Status Updates From The Lost Season: A Memoir o...

“I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, certain something tragic would happen to take away all this perfect joy, so much so that, in some misguided plan not to tempt fate, I refused to even feel it. Turns out that having a baby didn’t mean I had suddenly healed from the trauma of infertility”

“What shape does grief take when it isn’t acknowledged? Is it worn like a coat? Does it make us feel unseen, swallow us up, or steal from us without us even realizing it? How can we carry it around for so long without falling apart?”- 30 pages in and she articulates so many of the things I was /am feeling about infertility but could never put into words.