Hip Hip Horray for a new blog!

So I am going to attempt this cool blogging thing because I don't want to fill Instagram with too many long captions. (Apparently 71 per day is a tad excessive, or so I was told) :)

I started a blog when I was in seventh grade, (it still exists and it is rather hilarious) and I think it had three followers-my mom, my aunt, and some random person in China so I hope this one goes a little bit better!
*crosses fingers, and tries to find 28567 lucky pennies*

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The Cost of Infertility (part 1)

Infertility is a whole lot of things: heartbreaking, hopeful, exhausting, and also expensive. The obvious cost of infertility is the first one I'm going to talk about on here because its often the one people know a little bit about- the actual financial cost you pay to actually receive infertility treatments. When we started on medications I was actually still seeing an OBGYN. It had been a year of TTC with no luck, so we went to the doctors and started on a treatment plan. The medications were timed around my cycle and horribly enough, they made me feel like I was pregnant even when I wasn't. They made me nauseous (so there was another med to counteract that) and some made my headaches turn to migraines for 4-5 days straight. (but more on the physical tolls of infertility later...). Luckily, during this phase of our journey, we were only paying about $300 a month for medications and appointment co-pays. We saw that OBGYN doc for nine months before setting up an appointment ...

real talk.

I've been living in Provo now for a few weeks, and everything is actually lovely. I like my cute little apartment that I get to call home. I love my roommates. I like my YSA ward. I've been on a few fun dates, I have a kid sitting next to me in my Eng 2040 class who has the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. (Like I can't talk to him without completely staring because they are beautiful). I've been able to go zip lining with my stake, swimming with my building, and Disney movie watching after ward prayer on Sundays. Life is really happy, which is something it hasn't been in quite a while for me. But a little too often it hits me. It hits me that a year from now everything will be different. It hits me that my little sister isn't sleeping in the room next to me, it hits me that my brother is probably building something and I don't even know about it. It hits me that at any second my mom could call from the hospital, and it hits me that every time I go ho...

Decision to Serve

My decision wasn't made easily. I didn't have one of those "AH-HA" moments. Serving a mission actually wasn't always something I wanted to origionally do. Speaking totally honestly, I was pretty sure I would get married before I would ever even consider leaving on a mission. When the mission age changed I felt like it was something I could consider in my long list of options, but it was number 10 on a list of 10 things to do after high school. I had felt the greatest spiritual prompting to this date when President Monson announced the age change, so I thought a little more about it but then it resumed it's faithful spot on my list of things to do if all else failed. The decision kinda came more like an idea. Like a slow growing desire. An, oh yeah so most of my friends are leaving on a mission, and I think that's something I may want to look more into. It slowly became an idea that seemed like something I really wanted to do. I went to miss...

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