An Infertility Pity Party and Daily Finds

Hooray for Friday. What a week. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m so ready for this one to be over. In the past two weeks I learned that two people very close to me are expecting babies. Good god, how infertility hurts. You find yourself simultaneously feeling so happy for your friends and family because they are beautiful/wonderful/lovely people and yet, at the same time, you feel as though you’ve been stabbed in the heart. I keep trying to remind myself that “comparison is the thief of joy” but when you’ve spent years of physical/emotional/financial stress struggling to have a baby, sometimes it’s hard to make sense of it all (especially if you struggle with depression, as I do). This morning I walked Alfred in my pajamas and had a big, ugly cry behind my sunglasses. I’m certain my Danish neighbors were thinking “wow, the American girl in the building has really hit a low point” and that’s okay. Tomorrow is a new day and I’ll be in Rome with the man I love and he’ll remind me again of the beautiful baby we’re going to adopt someday. Thank god for that. Friends are always telling me, with the best of intentions, how lucky I am to have this time to travel the world, but all I can think is how I would trade it all in a heartbeat to have a little one in my arms. I suppose the grass is always greener… In light of losing my hero this week, I am going to try to be more open and honest with all of you about mental health. If you or someone you love is struggling with depression and/or infertility please give them an extra big hug for me. I’m sure sending you/them one. Wishing you all a sweet weekend with those you love. Above, a mini woven straw tote with pom poms that I may just have to treat myself to because well, retail therapy.