Welcome to a
site that hugs you...

​This space started as a personal outlet. After countless cycles, injections, hopes, losses, and “wait and see” moments, I needed somewhere to process the chaos. Blogging became my therapy—because trying to untangle your thoughts while juggling hormones, patches, vaginal inserts, and a wand that is definitely not magical? Yeah… not exactly easy.

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Through miscarriages, miracle embryos, out-of-state clinics, and recovery rooms filled with both grief and hope, my husband and I learned that the only way we were going to survive this was to laugh. To laugh at the absurdity. At ourselves. At the full-ass mood swings. At the endless appointments and awkward positions and ass injections and yes, even the tear-soaked breakdowns in the Walgreens vitamin aisle.

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One day, I went looking for a card to thank my husband. Something that said:
"Thanks for stabbing me in the butt every night and not running for the hills during my roid rages.”  Spoiler: I found NOTHING. Not at Target, Walgreens, CVS—not even Etsy. That’s when I realized... IVF is still invisible. Unspoken. Uncelebrated.

 

There are cards for “It’s a boy!” and “Congrats on your pregnancy!”
But where the hell is the card for “Congrats on surviving your 4th egg retrieval and only crying twice today”?

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So I made them.

 

IVF*This is my way of honoring the messy, beautiful, hormone-soaked truth of infertility. The grief. The small wins. The absurdity. The relationship strain. The physical toll. The body battles. The brave ass people walking this road.

Here, you'll find:

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• My blog – raw stories from someone who's still very much in it

• Cards + merch – made for the shots, the sobs, the stickiness, and the not-so-magical wands

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Whether you’re just dipping your toes in or knee-deep in the stim cycle spiral, you’re not alone. I’m so damn glad you’re here.