04/23/2026
This weekend is my baby shower and while it wasn’t intentional for it to fall during National Infertility Awareness Week, it does feel symbolic. 🫶🏻🍼💙🌈
About a year ago, I was in a very different place. After a loss in early May 2025 and months of nothing but hopeless wishing, I had reached a point where I just stopped expecting good news. I was tired from being in life’s “waiting room”, and quite honestly just trying to keep my head above water. My life and career had just hit a point that felt so completely stagnant. The only thing that brought me happiness was my husband, dogs and travel.
In late June, Joe and I booked our anniversary trip to Alaska because I needed something to look forward to—a destination that had nothing to do with what I was going through. Nothing to do with hoping and waiting.
Just shortly after our ship set sail, a rainbow appeared over the ship. I remember looking at Joe and saying, “What if this means our rainbow baby is finally on the way?” He didn’t say anything; he just held me, protective of my heart by then.
Around 24 hours later, a literal face-plant over a door threshold would force us to cancel our planned glacier excursion for a trip to a hospital in Juneau for stitches. It was there, in the Alaskan ER, that we found out we were going to be parents.
It wasn’t how I thought it would happen—it was chaotic, shocking and the absolute best news of our lives. The incident we thought had turned our trip upside down created a memory that will change our lives forever.
I’m still human, and sometimes I’m still scared about the “what ifs” — but as we get ready to celebrate our little boy on this weekend, I finally feel like I can speak about the road that brought us here.
It was heavy, and at times it was very lonely—but I’d walk it all over again for our baby boy.
Your dad and I cannot wait to meet you in June, Christopher Joseph! 🍼💙
