Once I got home from my bike ride to D.C. I crashed, not literally, but mentally and physically. My friends and family all wanted to know how it went and kept asking me to tell them all about it, but the thing is I wasn’t sure I had anything to share. Continue reading I Think I Am Ready To Talk
Battling infertility has caused me to question my role as a woman, the origin of those life goals and truly debate what I wanted out of life, and has caused Danny and me to re-evaluate our own families future. Continue reading Is Today Going To Be The Day?
We live in a small town, with a large biking community. Many have seen the value in putting a child on a bike, and are putting together groups for these kids to be able to ride. The confidence that comes from climbing that hill, or navigating through the giant sand hill, the rush of flying down a hill with trees whizzing by. My Kat has become a much better mountain biker than I ever was, and probably ever will be. Continue reading Thankful for Bikes
It has been approximately 48 hours since I began my ride. Continue reading Check In
Once you start down the road of infertility, you never know how long it is going to be. You know there are treatments, drugs and plenty of doctors and with each visit you try to hold on to some semblance of hope and each month you pray that this month will be THE MONTH you will take an exit off this highway that you never wanted to be on in the first place. Continue reading A Long and Hard Road