I have spent the last few days trying to gather my thoughts because “overwhelmed” doesn’t even begin to describe what I am feeling. Over the past several weeks, I have written about our decision to try IVF again. Not because IVF is easy. Not because I am excited to inject myself with medications again. Not because I enjoy reliving years of disappointment, heartbreak, procedures, bloodwork, ultrasounds, waiting rooms, phone calls, and tears. But because I am 38 years old.