I will never forget the exact moment I decided to trust myself on this journey.
I was sitting in my fertility doctor's office, listening to the post mortem spiel about why my IVF cycle had failed.
It was a parade of everything that was "wrong" with me--poor responder, OLD, few options. (I'm not sure I ever walked into an RE's office without getting shitty news.)
The "verdict": my only chance for success was with donor eggs.
(Insert the sound of a needle scratching across a record.) Huh?
I've got no judgment on using donor eggs--they are a BLESSING to the courageous, badass, never-say-die women who become Miracle Mamas because of them.
But, one shit cycle and we are at donor eggs?
"Only chance for success." Those words cut to my core.
I don't know if it was the pit bull trial attorney in me or what, but I could not accept there were no other variables to consider, no other avenues, no other options.
There was a cacophony of screams inside of me, "NO. NOT ME. FUCK THAT."
As the doctor started to hand me an educational pamphlet on donor eggs--which looked suspiciously like a Summer's Eve douche commercial from the 1980s--I felt the overwhelming urge to knock it right out of their hand.
They may as well have been handing me a tarantula.
In that exact moment, I was presented with a choice.
Trust myself OR betray what my soul knew to be true.
I had no "evidence" to support my position.
I just knew.
I chose to trust ME.
Trusting myself paid off years later when I got to kiss my boy's tiny lips for the first time.
They are shaped just like mine.
I'm not sharing this with you to paint some bullshit picture that I am better than anyone else, or that this was particularly easy for me.
I was scared shitless.
Yet, somehow I realized if I abandoned myself on this topic, it would result in a wound that would never quite heal.
BET ON YOU.
My ladies trust themselves.
They tell statistics, arbitrary timelines, bullshit about age, naysayers, and "No," to SUCK IT. (Can you see why they are so damn successful?)
Decide you will be one of them.
Change your mindset, change your results.
Intrigued? Here's an exercise to take this to the next level...
Simple question: If you fully trusted yourself on this journey what's ONE thing that would be different?
Would you be a slave to your supplements? Would you berate yourself for that sip of wine? Would you beat yourself up endlessly? I didn't think so.
Test drive trusting yourself. It's fucking awesome.
Stretch yourself! It's about progress, not perfection.
Ready to have the results of a woman who loves and trusts herself like a Mofo? Let's talk.