Worth a Shot

*Clears throat*
*Taps on the mic*
*"Is this thing on?"*

Today is Sunday, June 2nd, 2024. I'm looking out of my office window on a beautiful morning in Denver. It's 75 degrees out, the sky is blue and the tree branches that brush against the glass of the window are green. I'm feeling in this moment a sense of peace and gratitude and - most surprising to myself - some hope. 

I've been undergoing infertility tests, procedures, appointments, and treatments since the end of  November, when I looked out this same window and saw bare trees, with leaves gone and Christmas lights strung on roofs. It's been six months since the start and so much has changed - outside this office window and inside of me. 

I'm not writing today to document the end of this journey; I am still very much on it. In fact, I had a lab and ultrasound appointment early this morning. I'm writing today because on my way home from that appointment, I had a flicker of... inspiration? I guess? For the first time in all of this, I felt like 'writing it down' would feel good. Also for the first time, I had the thought that, "We might actually get a baby out of this!" If we do, I want to be able to tell them about how much we wanted them and the story of how it was all worth a shot.