Love is Patient

I lack patience. In every situation. I’m willing to put in the work, but at the first sign of foolish games, I’m out. A lot of people have accused me of being unrealistic in love. In giving up too easily. In walking away far too quickly.

And they’re wrong.

I believed them for a hot minute and so I spent time chasing men I shouldn’t have. Giving out second chances, and staying put when I should have dead sprinted away.

In 2019, I am a Lizzo mood. I’m not here for your games. I’m not patient. I’m not wasting my time. If you want to be captain waste her time, I’m going to catch the first flight out and I’m not scheduling a return.

Love is patient. Love is hard. Love takes work. When it’s the right person, a healthy relationship you need to be patient and put that work in. But lately I’m seeing the same people who tell me I’m too quick to cut ties putting up with a whole lot of bullshit.

There is a difference between working for love and making love work.

You should never have to work for love, but you can make love work. Hear me out. Working for love means you have to mold yourself for the love to work. Making love work is adapting the situation - together - for the love to fit your lifestyle. For the right person.

I’m a romantic. Shocking I know. I believe in love and that there are a lot of good men. I believe the fairy tale exists but my fairy tale isn’t castles and white horses - it’s mutual respect, laughter, and pushing ourselves to achieve our dreams. It’s having a cheerleader, best friend, and adventurer.

So when someone doesn’t fit this mold, hell yea I GTFO. Quickly. Lightening speed.

I am a genuinely happy woman. Being single doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t make me sad. I don’t feel shame for being 33 and unmarried. I’m not putting up a front with my confidence and joy. I am truly ridiculously happy.

That being said, I absolutely want to have someone to do life with. I’m very open to it. And I know with the right person, it’s such a beautiful thing.

Which is probably why with the wrong person, it’s such a horribly demoralizing all consuming thing.

I’ve dated a lot. I’ve been in multiple serious relationships. I’ve done the flings. I’ve had a one night stand or two. I’ve done all the things when it comes to love. So I know what works for me. And being alone does not scare me. But being in the wrong relationship does.

Marriage - a partner for life - that is something I take very seriously. I don’t want to do it more than once if I can help it.

Love is patient because its not in a rush to give you the best it has to offer. It has timing and life circumstances and growth and about a million other factors it has to align with in order to bring out the real deal.

I’m ok with however long that takes.

I am not ok with wasting my time for the wrong love. 100 years spent alone is 100X better than 100 years in the wrong love.

So yea, I walk away. I don’t chase. I quit the game before I cross the start line. If that means I miss out on the ok love - I’m fine with that. Because I’ve got a whole lot of big love for myself - and a whole list of adventures to be on until the real deal comes along.

And if I don’t find the real deal - or I cause myself to miss it - ya know what? Is that really the worst thing in the world? Because I just don’t think it is.

Worth

For some reason, I have always been the woman who men love to play games with. Men love to slip into my DM’s, drunk text me, confess their love and then never make a move, hit me up when they’re in a relationship — the list goes on.

Im not sure what about me says I’m down for those games, but nothing is more unattractive than a man who is all talk. And there is absolutely nothing less attractive than a man who is seeing another woman and tells me how gorgeous I am or wants to rehash feelings.

I know, poor me — men find me attractive. Or maybe you think this is a post that makes me look really arrogant. Either way, that really has nothing to do with me.

This one is about knowing your worth. We all love attention. We like to feel attractive. We like to be pursued. But there is a huge difference between attention and value. Just because someone calls you attractive, doesn’t mean they’re worthy of your attention.

Also — sincerely you’re gorgeous to some and hideous to others. That’s why we are all different.

When I was younger I lived for the attention. I loved walking into a room and commanding attention. I felt a lot of my worth was wrapped up in male attention. Some of that comes from trauma. Being reduced to having consent taken from you, it makes you feel like your body and your looks are the only value you have.

I still have those insecurities when it comes to male attention. But I also have the confidence in myself to know my worth. I am an attractive woman. And I won’t qualify that nor pretend I’m supposed to sit here and think I’m not. I am also accomplished, intelligent, strong, funny as hell, and about a million other things that have nothing to do with my looks.

My worth is more than the box men like to put me in.

For awhile I used to think maybe I’m intimidating, maybe I’m too much, maybe I come off as someone who’s ok with being a side piece - and now? Now I don’t give a shit about any of those things. Again, they have nothing to do with me and everything to do with the person thinking them.

Ill be honest, I have done a lot of dating. A lot of years that I was always in a relationship, dating, or talking to someone (or multiple people, shoutout to early 20’s Ashley who had a harem of men) - and that was cool. I’m grown though and I truly enjoy being single. I don’t feel that pressure to find my “forever.” If he’s out there and we meet, I’m here for it. But I’m not spending my time making it my priority. And I’m sure as hell not settling for whatever TF is coming to the table right now. Send that shit back and give me a refund.

These aren’t bad guys - Id like to make that clear. I think a lot of it is the place we are in right now in society. It’s all very lots of options and what’s next and I think the lines are blurred. Some of these men who I’m referring to are sincerely some of the best men I know. They’re men I will always be here for. I value their friendship. Yet I admit - I’m disappointed in how they’re choosing to show me my value to them.

I’m not sure what the lesson is here. Sometimes a girl just needs to vent. At times I like to know there are others out there who get what I’m saying.

I’m a tough chick. And I’m not ideal at emotions at times. I’m also a human being. I get my feelings hurt and I have moments of self doubt. But if life has taught me anything it’s that I can count on myself and I am one incredible woman. I have a lot to offer as a partner. That’s not something I’ll ever compromise on. My worth matters. And it has nothing to do with anyone but me.

Style Me Pretty

I am 99.9% certain Style Me Pretty is a brand or an influencer or something in the fashion world I am not educated on. Truth is, I am no fashionista. But I am into looking and feeling good. Even as a more casual classic styled woman, I like to get dressed up, I love a good sparkle or pop of color, and I live for a good shoe.

By no means is this a blog about fashion. I hardly qualify in that regard and quite frankly, I’m not interested in it. However, I am now in my 30’s, making good money, and interested in investing in pieces that last and that fit me correctly.

Gone are the days of Forever 21 (LOL but really its bankrupt) and hello are the days of a classic Madewell T. In a nutshell, I like to be comfortable. My style is very classic with random moments of a funky color/sequin/tutu but affordable and whatever makes me look and feel my best.

I am not a brand girl. You won’t catch me spending thousands on a bag or hundreds on a pair of jeans. I want quality but I need it at an affordable price. And rarely do I ever buy anything that’s not on sale. The hunt for a bargain is a thrill that is difficult to replace.

So where am I shopping right now?

Thrift Stores

Still in the thrift store game. Pick cities in an affluent zip code or nearby one. Dedicate yourself to spending time hunting down the good pieces. I have a $10 silk, fully lined, fully body hugging gown that I have worn for two black tie events. It cost more to dry clean the dress than actually purchase it. The point is, find pieces that can be staples or even a funky beaded sweater that’s in good shape or can be easily dry cleaned back to life. If it doesn’t fit quite right, BUY IT - paying to tailor these pieces can often give you an incredible wardrobe staple for under $50.

TJ Maxx

Do not sleep on TJ Maxx and stay out of the juniors section. TJ Maxx carries a lot of surprisingly high end names if you’re willing to look. I’ve purchased Stuart Weitzman, Betsey Johnson (love a good funky Betsey piece), and even Rebecca Minkoff here. And for 1/3 of the price of what you’d pay at Nordstrom. Again, it’s not promised you’ll find a gem every time, but find a wealthier area and hit up their TJ Maxx.

Amazon

Wild right? I’m telling you some of my best shoe finds have been on Amazon. Lucky brand open toe booties for $15, Cole Haan for $30, I even found some gorgeous Steve Madden flats for $12. The trick is to find styles you like and add them to your cart in your size. Then continue to check your list every other day, weekly, whatever works for you and follow the price. Some items I love never lower enough for me to buy, but a lot of the time I’m able to snag shoes for practically free. I haven’t bought a ton of clothes on Amazon yet, but If you follow Colette Prime, she’s got all the info you need for buying the best clothes. Plus, she’s a body positive, woman positive, everything positive world traveling phenomenal human.

Where are you shopping as you get older? We all have the go to Nordstrom Rack but where else should I be looking for my next deal?

Decide

The biggest decision you can make in life is to take control of your life and take responsibility for your beliefs and actions.

Often in life we like to find excuses, blame other people, place ownership on circumstances - whatever it may be - we really like to point fingers at anything and everything but ourselves.

Truthfully, your life is in your hands.

Sure - things happen outside of our control. And you may believe in a higher power. But realistically - you can control how you choose to react to every situation.

And when you make that decision to hold yourself accountable, you take back control of your entire life.

Truly. By accepting that you and only you can control your thoughts/emotions/actions - you’ve given yourself the greatest gift.

Life can be awful. And you may not control that. And you may not be able to change it. But you can choose to figure out how to make it work for you. You can say this sucks but if I allow it to make me bitter, I’m going to ruin my entire life.

I’m not saying don’t ever be sad. I’m not saying don’t ever be mad. I’m not even saying don’t feel bad for yourself. Feel everything. Let everything marinate so that you really address and process it and then move on. It’s not sitting in the hopelessness that matters.

I see a lot of people lately who want to place blame on their health, their finances, their jobs, their friends, etc etc. And I want to scream. You could have better. You could feel better. You could be better if you only understood the power in our thoughts and actions.

Life doesn’t promise us a golden ticket. It doesn’t owe us anything. The only person who owes you anything is yourself.

Know Her Name

Before #MeToo began, there was the Brock Turner case. If you’re unfamiliar with this case, get familiar with it. This case impacted me greatly. And it’s a huge reason I chose to speak out about my own experience. Because we had not jumped into the #MeToo movement, there were a lot of really ignorant people yelling about drinking, blaming the survivor, not wanting to “ruin HIS life” - etc. Every bullshit excuse in the book for why this man actively chose to sexually assault this woman. Make no mistake, this man is a rapist and he deserves every punishment that comes with that.

Unfortunately, due to an incompetent judge, he was given such a light sentence that the judge was later voted out of office. This case also led to sentencing minimums. Perhaps the most powerful part of this entire horrific situation was the survivor’s impact statement.

To this day, the writing, the emotion, everything - it gives me chills. It breaks me down to tears because there are so many moments that I think a lot of sexual assault survivors can relate to. Not to mention how much you can feel her own emotions in every word.

Since 2016, we have not known her name. Rightfully she chose to remain anonymous to heal and to forgo having to deal with the vicious people who blamed her for ruining a “young man’s life.” But now, we know her name.

Chanel Miller.

Chanel has used her trauma to speak up for herself and others. She has written a book that is being released later this month that I cannot wait to read. I know it will be triggering but I want to support this strong woman in her willingness to speak up for not only herself but every woman who has gone through this.

There is nothing more powerful than refusing to let your own traumas determine how they will affect your life. The truth is, these traumatic events do not leave you. You do not wake up one day and forget about them. You heal by deciding to deal with how they made you feel physically and emotionally, and you refuse to let them ruin your life. I truly cannot imagine what this woman has endured. To deal with such a horrifying sexual assault to then have that splashed all over the media, I don’t know if I could do what she’s done.

But every single time a woman stands up for herself, she’s standing up for women everywhere. That means something. We have to continue to speak up, stand up and shake our fists when sexual assault is excused as just boys being boys or we blame alcohol or we blame women who choose to have multiple partners. It has to stop. The problem is and always has been - the culture of allowing sexual assault to take place.

I plan to continue being very loud for myself, for my friends, for women I’ve never met - for Chanel - because the safety of women matters. Respect for women and our bodies matters.

I used to think of myself as a victim of sexual assault. But I grew up, I grew educated and I grew strong. I am not a victim and I never will be. I am a survivor, and advocate and I am a force to be reckoned with.

What's Your Number?

Phenomenal movie, terribly irrelevant question.

The other day, someone asked me what my number was. As in how many sexual partners I’ve had. And I was fully speechless. Are people still asking that? I remember being younger before women were as empowered to make our own sexual choices without judgment (we still have a ways to go…) and sure, we asked each other and whispered our answers; but today? In 2019? In #Metoo? In the age of feminism?

The question should never have been asked. Not then, not now. It simply does not matter. Your body, your choice.

Look, I get it if you’re saving yourself for marriage or religiously opposed to joy, but other than that, it doesn’t matter.

The thing that does matter is that you’re clean, you’re respectful of your body and others, and you’re making confident decisions that are yours.

That’s it. That’s all that matters when it comes to how many people you choose to have sex with.

There are enough things we choose to judge people about, a lot of them unfortunately come down on women the hardest. We are expected to be thin, with perfect curves, tan, blond, smart, but not too smart, funny, confident,virginal but freaks in the sheets - ALL. THE. THINGS. And we aren’t. Thankfully. We are a lot of mixtures of these things and so much more. And we sure as hell don’t need anyone judging us for something else we are doing wrong.

Who you choose as your partner in life, in the bedroom - that’s your choice. Please never ask anyone what their number is, and please stop worrying about your own. Worry about numbers that matter, like your credit score, the number of hours you spend smiling, and the number of dogs you pet each day. Those are the numbers that you should ask people about. Those are the only numbers that should help define you.

Maybe Not.

Throughout my egg freezing process, a lot of people couldn’t really comprehend that I am not sure if I want kids. I got a lot of “you’ll change your mind” and “It’s just because you’re single.” It seems to bother women a lot that I may not want to reproduce. Or it feels unbelievable for them.

I don’t know if I want kids. I’m actually leaning more towards not wanting them after freezing my eggs.

And that’s ok. It’s more than ok because it’s my body, my life and my very personal choice.

I’m not sure what it is that makes women not understand that not everyone is born to reproduce or feels that need to have children but it’s such a weird thing for women to accept in another woman.

I love my life. I love that I can travel. I love that I can spend my money and my time on me. And that I can prioritize me. I’m really selfish with my life right now. Bringing a child into that would mean I don’t get to live that way anymore.

For a lot of women, having kids has always been a dream. They want to be moms more than anything in the world, and I think that’s wonderful. One of my very best friends has wanted to be a mom since we came out the womb herself and watching her make that happen - that makes my heart so happy.

The thing is - I like kids. Kids like me. We do really well together. I love to spoiled my friends kids, a lot. And I genuinely enjoy the overload of pictures (yea so I demand to be in the family album on iPhone!) and stories. I absolutely want you to tell me how smart your kid is because fuck yea we are raising this kid to be the next President. I am your community to do that. But I like that I can give them back at the end of the day and get back to my selfish life.

Maybe that will change. Maybe it won’t. Maybe I’ll have 4 kids and adopt 32 more. Maybe I’ll never have any.

Kids and the responsibility that come with them, that’s a big deal. That’s a lot of responsibility and something I want to be damn sure all in for before I start growing one. So instead of challenging the idea that a woman may not want a kid, brushing it off ass nonsense - be thankful that she isn’t out there reproducing because it’s “what you’re supposed to do.” My parents damn sure wanted me (they might was a refund now) and thank the glitter gods they did because kids ain’t easy.

I don’t know if I want kids, and it really isn’t your business to tell me otherwise.

Get a new table.

A friend posted an article on Facebook the other day that had me clapping in my living room. The article talked about finding a table to sit at where you’re not worried about being the topic of discussion in a negative way. And never in my 33 years of life have I related to anything more.

For reference, here’s the article. It’s a quick read that leaves you clapping and cheering for the wonderful author.

The whole point is that if you’re sitting at a table and the conversation revolves around judgments, criticism, and negativity - when you get up, guess who that’s going to be aimed at? YOU. It means if you’re with a group of women who like to gossip, chances are you’ve been the topic before. A lot of us grow up thinking that is normal. That women just gossip and that’s the way we are.

It’s not. If that’s the table you’re at, leave. Ger a new table and new friends. Immediately.

Life is too short to spend time with people who don’t respect you enough to be your biggest cheerleader. Your friends should be empowering you to be your best self. They can keep it real with you, but they should not be bringing you down.

Bottom line - if you’re at a table that’s bringing the negativity, leave. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, leave. And find you a table that’s willing to support you fiercely. If your tribe isn’t lifting you up to believe you can do anything, dump them. Dump them now. move on, and move on fast. And don’t you dare look back!

Frozen

Earlier I wrote about getting my eggs frozen. Welp. I’ve finally done it. Those babies are on ice, literally.

I think the hardest part of the entire process is finding out how little I knew about my own reproductive system and how little women talk about these things despite how common the procedure is.

I am a college educated, informed woman. I am not shy about talking about my body with anyone, let alone a medical professional. And yet, I don’t think I knew just how a woman’s cycle truly works.

Now I am still not a doctor, so I think you should talk about the nitty gritty details with your own medical professional. Specifically because every woman’s body is different, having those conversations about your own process is really important.

If you’re thinking about freezing your eggs, the first thing you need to know is that it is not to be taken lightly. It is not a simple process. For one, its expensive. For another, it’s a lot for your body to deal with.

Ask questions. And then ask more. Do research. And then do more. Make an informed decision. And when you do, rinse and repeat.

My experience is unique to me. And yours will be unique to you. I aim to share mine because I was lucky enough to have one of my best friends go through it recently and without her, I would have been lost.

Ladies, share your story. Even with one friend. It matters. Empower other women to feel safe enough to make Informed decisions about their own bodies and future.

My Story

The Decision

I don’t know if I want children. I am currently not in that place with a partner to have that discussion. I do not want to worry about whether or not I can have kids right now. And my company pays for me to have this very expensive procedure. So that’s my why. I made this decision because there are a whole bunch of other decisions I don’t want to make right now.

The Financials

Do your due diligence on this. I knew that I had really good insurance and a very generous company. This procedure can regularly cost $15,000-$20,000+ per cycle without insurance. Most companies do not cover the medication, which can cost $5,000+ alone. Most fertility centers have financial counselors. They are worth talking to. Talk to your insurance company as well. Be armed with the facts on what your out of pocket costs are. I pay a max of 10% of the total cost, so I am very lucky. If I did not have that coverage, I would not have done this. Women have to pay a lot of money for our bodies. That’s a whole other issue that I became even more passionate about during this process (I smell another blog). Money matters unfortunately and just because you pay the $15-$20K, does not guarantee you will have viable eggs.

The Clinic

Cool, so I’m going to be honest here, I chose Stanford because it’s Stanford. If my insurance is going to cover this, I’m going to the best. I didn’t research the Doctors, the success rate, the Yelp reviews - none of it. My insurance counselor said I could afford Stanford so I went to Stanford. I highly suggest doing your research when it comes to where to go. Go somewhere with good reviews, success, and that works with your insurance. I found the first Doctor I met with didn’t have the best bedside manner, but she graduated top of her class at Stanford and went directly into the Stanford medical system so I didn’t care. I’m not a sensitive person, I wanted a doctor who was the best so that’s who I went with. I truly didn’t care that she told me I was old to be starting the process, that was confused when I said I didn’t know if I wanted to have kids - judge me any day, take my money, do the procedure safely and successfully and we are good. The point is - find what is important to you in a clinic and meet that criteria. Don’t settle. These people are literally holding your future in their hands. Please don’t skimp on this process.

The Support System

Whether you’re doing this alone or with a partner, you need a support system. I’m a bit of a lone wolf when it comes to the hard stuff. I think I can take anything and everything on myself. Thankfully, I have a tribe of humans who call bullshit and don’t allow me to do things alone. I relied on my closest friends and family and could not have been more grateful for their willingness to listen, put up with me, and allow me to be as transparent as possible. Even when I felt antisocial and depressed, my team showed up and refused to let me say leave me alone. The FaceTimes, sitting on my couch, texting to check in, it all kept me sane and mentally healthy. Do not do this without having people to talk to, to take you to your retrieval, and to attend appointments with you as necessary.

The First Appointment

So I was expecting my first appointment to be purely informational. I figured we would asses my situation, talk about how the process works and I would take some paperwork with me to noodle over. So you can imagine my shock when the Doctor asked me to head over to the ultrasound room, take off my pants, and get my feet in the stirrups. Yea, 15 minutes of talking and we were already shoving a giant wand up my prizes. Ok so pause here - because now you know this is what the first appointment is like. This is where I tell you to do your research in advance and bring a lot of questions to the first appointment. Any hesitations or concerns, past medical information, all current prescription details, family history - everything. You are paying these people a lot of money, ask the questions. Ok, back to the transvaginal ultrasound. It’s mildly uncomfortable but not painful. Honestly it’s more awkward than anything and you may experience some mild cramps. What they do is take images of your ovaries to see what in the world is going on in there. It lasts maybe 5 minutes. You’re in that room 10-15 minutes tops. Next, off to give a lot of blood. I believe this first round I gave 10 vials. Not enough to make you dizzy but it’s a good thing to know if you have a blood or needle phobia.

Ok now pause again!

Now I cannot remember if this came after the ultrasound and before the blood or what but at some point we chatted through all the requirements for going through with the procedure as well as talked about what you do with your eggs after, slash what happens if you never want to use them. And then you discuss the procedure process inclusive of the drugs and the feelings and the retrieval. It literally is so much information in a span of 15 minutes and then if you’re like me you get overwhelmed and leave.

Thats the first appointment. And if none of that flowed well for you, good, I made my point. Because the whole thing was a very intimidating exhausting blur for me too. I actually left that appointment more confused than when I went in and I was a little discouraged about the process as a whole. That’s a normal feeling. Ask freaking questions. These people provide you information and people to explain everything to you - use them.

After the First Appointment

My doctor called me after my bloodwork came back and she was able to review my scans. A little background, I’ve been on birth control since I was about 14/15 - pretty much up until 33. Really minimal breaks where I was not taking it. That does play a role in this process as it suppressed a lot of things (sincerely, don’t know the science words for all the things). Additionally, they found a cyst. And they also found that one of my ovaries was overachieving and had herself a lot of follicles but the other one, she was lazy. All of this made me ineligible to move forward with the procedure at that time. I still wanted to move forward and thankfully wasn’t in a rush. So the doc gave me instructions to stop my birth control and come back in 3 months to allow for the cyst to clear on its own.

Three Months Later

Hi, welcome back. It’s been three months. I went back in, had another wand shoved up my prizes, and gave all my blood to another person. At this appointment we discovered that my cyst was clear, my blood work came out strong, and my follicles had semi got their shit together. TL;DR - ready to party.

Now they hope to get up to 20 eggs at the retrieval. That’s gold standard. That’s what the goal is. But the average is about 12-14. And rarely but it does happen, no eggs are retrieved. If you’re below 10, that’s low. My doctor estimated given my situation and past with the birth control and history of cysts - I’d be middle of the road, possibly low end 8-12. First time in my life I can’t overachieve or work harder to be better. But 8-12 is better than zero.

Additionally just because they get all those eggs, it doesn’t mean they’re viable. Unclear what the viable part means. I guess viable to be fertilized. You can repeat the cycle again and try to retrieve more eggs. But it’s repeating the process, the money, all of it. Can you understand how stressful this must be for people who are using this as a last resort?

Oh. And they don’t know how many eggs until the procedure.

Good times right?

The Learning

Stanford makes its patients go through more of a learning process than I’ve heard other clinics do. I had to take about two hours of online courses (with tests) as well as attend an in person training in order to move forward. The online classes are videos that explain the process to you and then ask you pretty dang simple questions afterwards to make sure you paid attention. The videos very simply explain the entire process, statistics, and what to expect. The two hour class explains what to expect from doctors, techs, nurses, medications and then you learn more about side effects and how to give yourself injections. All very tedious but really valuable. To be honest, not all of it I paid attention to because I wasn’t trying to get pregnant. Like I’m actively not looking to get pregnant. So I scrolled the gram during that part. Can’t help you with those pieces. My bad.

Lets Get this Show on the Road

WELCOME TO THE BIG SHOW! Jk, honestly after the class and the baseline ultrasound, you literally just wait for “Cycle Day 1.” Which if you’re me and sincerely didn’t know that’s what the first day of your period is called, you will ask people this question multiple times. But yes, you sit around and wait for your period to start and then when it does you call the doctor and you say MY PERIOD IS HERE! And they say Cycle day one? And then you say yea that. AND THEN IT STARTS!

So I forgot, when you confirm you’re going to do this whole thing, they send the prescriptions you need to a pharmacy. And they give you a calendar with no dates on it but it says “Cycle Day One” and Day 2 and so on up to Day 13 when is when surgery can possibly start. When you start your cycle and you call them with this joyous news, they update the calendar with real dates and send it back to you.

I should also mention that the medicine people will call you and you will pay them and they will send you a giant ice chest with one other box that contains all of your medications.

The Medicine

There are so many medications. And they’re confusing. But it’s all labeled on a sheet (hell yes I taped it on my fridge). I also set reminders on my phone for which medications to take, the amounts, and any other helpful facts and set it for the same time every day. Basically it’s critical to know what to take and when. Don’t fuck it up. It’s expensive and you are injecting yourself, know what you’re doing.

It’s also good to know that your body might have some allergic reactions at the injection site. This is really common and any hives or redness do disappear within an hour or two. The trigger shot actually gave me the longest rash that lasted about 48 hours.

The Procedure

They call the egg retrieval a surgery but I’ve had a lot of major surgery in my life and this wasn’t as daunting for me. They use a deep sleep anesthesia that acts the same as general but you breathe on your own. The procedure room is small and you have a doctor, an anesthesiologist, and two nurses in room. To be completely transparent the most stressful thing for me was having male nurses in the room. I fully understand male doctors and nurses are more than capable, but as a rape survivor, I am uncomfortable with men in the room when I’m unconscious. The nurse even noted my blood pressure was high and my pulse was racing but obviously it was a little late in the game to say anything so I went under and that’s the last I saw of them men. The surgery takes place in a procedure room at the clinic, so I wasn’t even in a hospital. I had wonderful people on my care team who made sure all my questions were asked and walked me through every step.

Immediately following the procedure you go into a recovery room and they truly only give you about 15 minutes before they send you on your way with your family member who is required to drive you home. I really didn’t like this part of the process. Your family cannot come back while you recover and it feels very rushed overall. I was still very loopy and confused when my mom and grandma put me in the car and got me into bed at home.

They do give you antibiotics and a pain killer through IV at the hospital but nothing other than Ibuprofen after that. The pain isn’t bad at all in my opinion. You’re more sore than anything. Overall I truly think this is actually even easier than getting your wisdom teeth pulled.

The Recovery

I find it incredibly wild that the directions for recovery are so different between medical professionals. I have a friend who was told to take a few days off whereas my doctor said if I wanted to go back the next day I could. I thought I could just roll back into work the next day but woke up that morning and decided against it. And I was really hard on myself for that. I thought I was being a pansy for needing more time. Truth is, you feel more bloated, sore, and moody AFTER surgery. They say about 4-6 days after surgery is when you feel the most pain. That’s frustrating too because everyone assumes - surgery is over - you’re back to normal right? WRONG. My pain hasn’t been horrible except for maybe one day. And nothing ibuprofen, a heat pack, and swearing won’t cure. Women are bad ass. But our healthcare system is not built to support the things our bodies go through. I have an incredible boss who let me know to do what I needed to do; but this is not common in America. It blows my mind they push you back into work so quickly after the things women put our bodies through.

Post Op

They tell you how many eggs you get the day of the procedure but realistically you don’t even know your own name or why you’re there so you don’t remember. The next day they call and tell you how many were viable and frozen. I had 11 eggs and was very lucky that 10 were viable and able to be frozen for future use. I was ecstatic with this. Because I had a bit of a lazy right ovary who refused to grow follicles, they aimed for me to get 12-15 but realistically thought I’d get 5-6. Most women they aim to get 20 but it depends on your age and ovarian health.

Questions

I’m going to try and answer a lot of the same questions I’ve been getting but I’m an open book. so please feel free to reach out.

Can you get pregnant after the procedure?

Yes. In fact at my age and all the way up to probably 36-38, they’ll ask me to try and conceive naturally before even dipping into my frozen eggs.

Do you still get your period after?

Yes. Your body goes back to normal about 10-14 days after the procedure.

Are there limitations on what you can do while going through this process?

Yes. You cannot workout starting at about day 3 of the process and then you are unable to have sex starting at day 8. They both continue to be off limits until 14 days after the procedure is complete.

Were you on a special diet?

No. But I lost my appetite for about 4 weeks. They do say to eat healthy during the process. And honestly you’re so bloated you don’t want to eat unhealthy and make it worse.

Are you going to do another round?

I’m not. I don’t know if I want kids so 10 eggs is enough for me to have on reserve.

Was it worth it?

Yes. It’s peace of mind to know I don’t have to make any decisions right now. I’m not worried about whether or not I want kids and I’m not worried about my age and fertility.

That’s it, that’s the tea of my process. Thank you for all of the love, well wishes and cheerleading y’all did for me throughout this whole journey. It has not been easy to be so transparent but to be supported on this thing has felt incredible. Again, open book, happy to answer any questions or concerns I can here. It’s not for everyone but I very much believe in a woman’s right to choose whatever journey is best for her and her body.

Diary of An Anxious Person, Part ...Whatever

I’m not really sure what part of this whole diary I am on. When it comes to being an advocate for mental health, I tend to share the parts that I am experiencing in hopes that even one person can feel like they have someone to relate to. Or that one person who loves someone with a mental illness can find just a little more understanding and compassion.

The hardest part about being someone who deals with anxiety is feeling alone. It’s that feeling that something is wrong with you. It’s wanting to be able to be carefree and finding it impossible.

When I describe anxiety lately, I tell people it’s the inability to be calm.

Whether I am at work, at the gym, or watching TV on my couch - I am never in a complete state of calm.

Anxiety is very much a constant wheel turning of the mind. It’s never having one clear thought. It’s like being in constant chaos.

Anxious people have trouble concentrating. It’s why we often forget things that you may have told us 30 times.

Anxious people have trouble sitting still. It’s why we constantly need to move around and are often overachievers who never stop working.

Anxious people have trouble processing feelings. It is why we may not be able to express ourselves in a clear or effective way.

When you are unable to find a state of calm, you are in a permanent state of worry.

And nobody is harder on people who go through this than those of us living it.

I wish I was different every single day. I wish I could sit still. I wish I could focus. I wish I wasn’t constantly in a a state of turmoil.

That all sounds really dark.

I don’t exist in a permanently dark place. But I do want anxiety to be understood in a way that makes sense. And people with anxiety have really dark corners of our lives because we feel things very deeply.

We are not a people of in the middle. Because there is no calm, there is often extreme high and extreme low.

Everything is internalized and battered about to consider things we could have or should have said and done.

Imagine never having a moment of calm. Never being able to shut off your mind. A mind consistently working and bouncing from topic to topic. Of not being able to remember and yet never being able to forget. It’s like having the most accurate replay in existence, but only for the negative things.

Diary of an anxious person today, is a lot of scribbles and lines and eraser marks and words. It’s a wild and wacky book of never ending thoughts and emotions. Because being an anxious person means the most treasured thing you could ever have within you is a sense of quiet calm.