#Miracles Fertility

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[ahamkara-apologist]

Do you believe Lightbearers are changed biologically from before they became Lightbearers?

Can't believe I forgot to answer this- I genuinely thought I did until I was scrolling through my inbox and saw it pop up again. Oops.

Anyways, my headcanon is that yes, Lightbearers are biologically different than non-Lightbearers- they become so when their ghost is rezzing them for the first time. During the first rez, their bodies are essentially restructured to better suit being a vessel of Light, with far greater phsyical resiliance, capacity, and overall durability being granted as a boon from the Traveler so that they're not torn to shreds when using even the most basal abilities. Even Lightless, they're still much stronger than a baseline human, they cannot age (their telomeres simply do not degrade and their DNA repair kit becomes more accurate, so they don't incur the gradual DNA loss/nonspecific remedies that lead to the maladies of old age), and they're still paracausally sensitive, even if their conduit for channeling the Light has been cut. Outside of the never-aging and paracasal-sensitivity thing, the effect isn't drastic, but they are still noticibly hardier than a person who'd never directly touched the light of the Traveler would be. Eris, Zavala, and Osiris could be beaten by a sufficiently strong mortal in an arm wrestling contest, for example, but they're all able to learn to use Darkness/walk off injuries with an ease that a Lightless mortal cannot.

After the first rez, additional permanant change is possible, but it requires either paracausal alteration (such as wounds created by Darkness, wounds that were earned and began healing in a no-light zone, or subconcious paracausal alteration, where the Guardian's own body rejects the touch of the Light), or deliberate ghost manipulation. I like to headcanon that by using the Light in much the same way that they would heal, Ghosts can learn to tweak parts of their guardian's bodies to be altered to their liking, which is a method by which transitioning post-rez occurs, in the instance that one was not an exo or did not medically transition before death. It's extremely delicate, but all they have to do is use their bond and the Light to go 'hey, you're missing something, you need to make more of this hormone or grow more of this tissue to fully heal', and bam, gender transed :) This fully depends on the skill of the ghost, however, so its a slow process even if it can theoretically lead to a full transition over time, and certain tissues can only atrophy so far before they need to be cut off. In the case of exos, all the ghosts need to do is block the mental disconnect between the body alterations and the perception of what those should be, and that's about it

[avalentina]

The Gift

100% Pure Fluff🧸🧸🧸

Kind of part 2 to A family that just can't be

Image not mine.

Harry talked you into it. He always does get his way, and even with a little pushback from you, he still got it. You agreed to one, ONE. One singular round of IVF.

"H. I don't care that you don't think it's expensive."

"Yes, I'm sure it's worth it to you if we get to have a baby."

"OH MY GOD, HARRY! Stop trying to turn this into a dirty joke, it's a serious topic H."

"I will not continuously set myself up for heartbreak."

"One. One round, if lightning doesn't strike, then maybe it's just not meant to be."

Harry made all the arrangements, doing it privately, sparing no expense, consulting your OBGYN, wanting to do literally everything possible to ensure that your dream of carrying the child, in addition to both of your dreams of having a family all came true.

"I promised you the world, our world, my love. And nothing will keep me from fulfilling that promise." H had said to you this morning when you woke up. He even went as far as to make your favorite breakfast. He also knows how much you love the Dino, so that was the car you took. Today is the day the fertilized eggs get planted back inside you. Tomorrow you're sleeping in, and then the next day Harry has to leave for a week to do a few more shows, but he'll be back in time for the two week check to see if it took.

Anne was checking in on you, you knew Harry asked her to, he hated the fact that he had to leave. You and Gem were having baby safe girl time almost every night. And when the two week check came, your OBGYN was already tearing up.

Seeing her tears you assumed the worst, and by the looks of it, so did Harry.

"Those better be happy tears like mine." She had said to the two of you.

You and Harry froze, once the words she had said sunk in, you finally regained your ability to speak.

"I…I…I'm actually pregnant?" You said, crying again.

"You 100% are." She replied. Harry couldn't hold it together any longer. He hugged you, then hugged your OBGYN and then hugged you again.

She gave you instructions on what to start watching for, some exercises to help, and everything else she could to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.

When you and H got back to the house, you grazed your fingers along the door handle to the future nursery with a smile on your face as you and Harry celebrated the miracle inside you.

[ofpine]

fuck you miracle gro. carcinogenic ass fertilizer. unsustainable ass peat. i will not be folly to your manipulation. your lies. your pandering to my peers. you peddle only falsehoods. i will use my own feces to fortify my plants before buying your cursed, evil soil. i hope you perish. i hope your factories stop working and be overcome by local flora. and then, finally, may no unsuspecting gardener tend to your filth again.

you can not even spell 'grow' correctly. stupid. miracle grow, i hate you

[oasisr]

Psalm 113:9

He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the Lord!

[starite-wishes]

update on the false widow in the corner. i just spotted two spiderlings in different locations but both somewhat close to her. and it’s hard to tell because they are currently the size of sugar grains but they do look vaguely her-shaped. i couldn’t spot any sort of egg sac near her but there IS a crevice between the wall and cabinet where her corner is, and that’s where she sneaks off to when i startle her. so it’s not unlikely she’s got something over there. i feel like it’s pretty safe to come to the conclusion that she settled down and had at least some of her kids in my room. and i am absolutely ecstatic about this discovery

[anxiousunicorn1124]

ITS A BABY!!!

So I know no one is really reading my blog but it still feels good to type It all out.

Back in March 2023, I had tried getting pregnant by having IUI done. IUI aka insemination. It had failed. My boyfriend and I have been trying for about 2 years with no success. About a month before the IUI, I started seeing a fertility specialist. Given I had PCOS, the doctor prescribed me with metformin. Usually it is prescribed for people with diabetes but can also help with symptoms of PCOS. One big issue with PCOS is infertility or a hard time being able to conceive.

After the IUI failed, I was deeply disappointed. It broke my heart. Just made me feel like something was wrong with me and maybe it just wasn't in the cards for me. Everyone kept saying " stop thinking about it, stop trying, just have fun and when its your time , you'll know" . at first I was like "meh, ok" . I slowly was starting to accept my fate, if I can't get pregnant , there are other options or maybe its just not in the cards. So I kept trying to put it in the back of my mind and just have lots of fun ;) Lots and lots of fun!

Fast forward to October 16th, 2023..

Woke up sick sick sick>_< .. took a covid test and of course was fucking positive.. damn covid got me.. I was home the whole week sick.. kept vomiting every morning on top of annoying cold symptoms.. my boyfriend had also gotten sick with me.. As I kept on puking every morning, I realized my period was late (9/13/23) so Monday 10/23 I decided to take my first pregnancy test and it was POSITIVE! I was in shock and was pacing around the house . it was like 5:30 in the morning. I texted my boyfriend and he was happy and shocked like me!

2 days later I took another test !

At this point , this has to be real! Couple days later, I went to the doctors and they once again confirmed a positive pregnancy test.

then this past Wednesday I got an ultrasound and saw my lil peanut for the first time <3

this is our lil miracle and im forever grateful.

Stay tuned for our journey :)

[kits-ships]

me: -makes seraphina into my darling mary sue (affectionate) with a barely comprehensible background + has her be a ✨fallen angel✨ who is v special, breaks canon repeatedly, has two bfs-

also me: no i cant give her fankids theyre an angel that wouldnt be canon-compliant :/

[nought-shall-go-ill]

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but I refuse to believe that all of the Evans family just died out. Instead, I like to think that the whole lot immigrated to Aus (back when they were literally paying people to do so), and only Lily’s parents stayed behind because “reasons” (maybe even for Lily to attend Hogwarts — more reasons for Petunia’s jealousy much?).

Anyway, wouldn’t it be fun if they/their descendants then bumped into the Grangers when they were on their Amnesia Gap Year? Maybe there’s a wee magical Evans in the mix too, and only years later is the connection to Harry made. There’s much hijinks in the meantime. And basically, yeah, I think that should be the plot of the Cursed Child.

[starry-simming]

Guess who’s expecting!! 

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[countrycutie113]

For all of you who won’t be spending Christmas pregnant, when you thought you would.

For those who thought they would be holding a baby in their arms by Christmas and aren’t.

And for those who thought they’d see two pink lines by Christmas and haven’t.

Even miracles take a little bit of time, and difficult roads lead to beautiful destinations.

Baby dust to all of you! ❤️

[jensownzoo]

Picked up five spent mums frim the dumpsters on the walk back from the library yesterday.

They're getting a drink of water in the pic. I got them trimmed up to remove the spent blooms this morning and planted them in my raised beds to overwinter (I'll dump some straw on them when it gets cold).

From past experience, about half of them will survive the winter and once they've greened up, I can dig them up and move them into a more permanent bed. Like this one from last year:

Which is leggy as hell because I forgot to prune it back to shape it at the beginning of summer. I can usually get a few years out of a mum. And doing it this way is absolutely free! You just don't get to pick the color. Which, I mean, that's probably close to $100 of mums I brought back so.

I do want to get my hands on some of those purple asters though, and I think I'm going to have to actually buy them. In the meantime I'm encouraging the wild white asters to take hold in the side yard--the bees cover them this time of year. I got two little sprigs going now, but I'm stalking this alley plant to gather more seeds when it's spent:

There were at least 20 bees on it and that was a low number from usual.

[eva-knits12]

Fertility Problems

Trigger warning: Infertility, endometriosis, fluff

Summary: You and your fiance, Jake Jenson, are trying for a baby. You receive some news that explains everything. You finally receive the news that you and Jake have been waiting for.

I'm sitting in the doctor's office, wearing the paper thin gown. Jake is next to me, and the mood is rather somber. A tear rolls down my cheek, and I feel like a failure. Again.

"Cheer up, honey bun. We're going to get through this. We're going to find a way. We'll have a baby somehow," Jake says, wiping a tear away from my cheek.

The doctor comes back, this time with an ultrasound machine. He needs to see what's happening.

"So far, everything looks normal," says the doctor.

Jake is holding my hand, and this provides some comfort for me.

"When was your last menstrual cycle?" asks the doctor.

"Two weeks ago," I say.

"I see that you've already released an egg, so you should be able to conceive, even if you and your fiance, Mr. Jenson go home and have sex right away," says the doctor.

"But why can't I take?" you say, devastated.

"We're doing everything right," says Jake.

"I'll do some bloodwork, and we'll see what's going on," says the doctor.

I cry some more, and Jake hugs me.

"Oh, honey bun," says Jake.

"This shouldn't be happening to us," you say.

Jake and I had dreams. We only wanted a little one of our own, a piece of me and a piece of Jake. We both had dreams of taking our little one to soccer, to ballet lessons, holding their hand while walking them to their class room on their first day of school, going to recitals, soccer games, school plays, etc. We dreamed of birthday parties, Christmases with snow falling in the background, a fire in the fireplace, a Christmas tree that is decorated and lit, that it could be seen from outer space, sipping hot cocoa and watching A Christmas Story on TBS for the entire day, with me snuggling next to Jake, and our child parked on the floor, eventually falling asleep, and one of us carrying him or her to bed. At this point, it felt like too much to ask.

The medical assistant comes back, and draws my blood. I'll have to wait a few days for the doctor's call, but the doctor dismisses us. At this point, the doctor is doing everything that he can do, before he recommends a specialist.

Jake helps me get dressed, and I just start bawling.

"Jake, I don't know what to do. We keep trying, and it feels like we're living in a fertility version of Groundhog Day," I say, even more upset.

Jake puts his arms around me, and a tear falls down his cheek. We just want a baby, and it seems like my friends and my family are easily getting pregnant, and I just can't.

"Why us?," I say, in tears.

Jake and I pay the co-pay, and we go home. When we get home, we turn off our phones, and we just hold each other and start crying. Our dream of having a baby together just seems to be slipping away from us from each passing day.

A few days later, the doctor calls, and wants to go over my test results. He wants to recommend a specialist.

We go go back to the doctor, and I'm sitting in the exam room, fully clothed, and Jake is holding my hand, which has always provided me with some comfort. I started my period, and I'm in the worst pain ever.

"Well, (y/n), we found out why you've been having trouble conceiving. We looked at your ultrasound scan again, and I took a look at your blood work. I'm going to do an ultrasound sound, since you started your cycle today," the doctor says.

The nurse comes back with the ultrasound machine, and I'm in pain. Jake is brushing my hair away from my forehead, and is kissing me on my forehead.

"Honey bun, this could explain everything," says Jake.

"Jake, I hope so," I say, trying my best to ignore the pain right now.

The ultrasound tech comes back with the machine, and the doctor is in the room. He finds something that is concerning to him.

"Well, (y/n), I see what's responsible for your pain. This isn't your run of the mill menstrual pain, you have endometriosis. This is one of the things that is responsible for your fertility issues. I also took a look at your blood work, and it you have a hormonal imbalance. You're not getting enough progesterone, and that's also responsible for your infertility," says the doctor.

I feel a sense of relief. Jake just hugs me, and tells me that everything is going to be okay right now, we finally have some answers. The doctor recommends a specialist, and he also starts me on some progesterone therapy.

"Jake, I feel like things are starting to make some sense. Now, we just need to make an appointment with the specialist," you say.

Jake and I go home, and we have reason to celebrate right now. We order a pizza and decide to play Mario Kart. That night, Jake and I realized that my fertility issues are only bringing us closer together, and that we need to be going through this right now for our little miracle.

A few days later, Jake and I are at the specialist, and I'm sitting on the exam table, and Jake is holding my hand. He kisses my hand, and we start to have a discussion about our options right now.

"IVF sounds promising. I'm good at masturbating. All I have to do is masturbate in a cup," says Jake.

I laugh because Jake is lighting the mood somehow, and it's just making me feel better right now.

"Yes, but it's an expensive process, and our insurance will only allow so many takes, according to their state's laws," you say.

"Well, sex is a lot cheaper," says Jake.

"It's fun, too" you say.

The specialist comes in, and does her standard greeting, and takes a look at my medical records that my doctor sent her.

"Well, Miss (y/l/n), I see from your chart that you have endometriosis with low progesterone. I also see that you're trying to conceive with your fiance, Jake Jenson," says the specialist, Dr. Goldberg.

"It's very frustrating and devastating to keep trying, and nothing happens. Everyone around me is getting pregnant easily, but me, nothing," you say.

"I see so many patients who are in your shoes, so frustration is the first thing they feel when they are trying to conceive, and just can't. So, I'm going to do an exam, and we'll start discussing our options," says Dr. Goldberg.

Dr. Goldberg does her routine exam, and after everything, she felt that I was a good candidate to start fertility treatment. She still wants me to be on my progesterone therapy, but once a month, I'm to go and get an injection.

"Honey bun, everything is falling into place right now," says Jake.

"Jake, I just feel like this is going to happen," I say.

"(y/n), honey bun, this will happen. We've been trying for months, but nothing. We thought that this was an easy process, just like we learned in high school biology and in sex ed, but they don't tell us about infertility," says Jake.

"Jake, my favorite goofball, you only have one job, and that's to knock me up," you say.

"I can't wait until we have a little goof ball and honey bun of our own, a piece of you, and a piece of me," I say.

"It just feels like we've been trying for so long, and it's exhausting," you say.

"Maybe we should wait for the fertility treatments to do their thing, and the hormone replacement therapy to do it's thing," says Jake.

"You're right. Then when my body is used to it, we can start trying again," you say.

"Oh, honeybun, I just wish this wasn't happening to us. You'd be pregnant by now. I just wish this wasn't the elephant in the womb," says Jake. You laugh. You and Jake decide to stop trying for a while, and it's best to let the treatments do their thing.

Three months later, Jake and I are at Dr. Goldberg's, and she has to ask us questions, do a pregnancy test, and see if the treatments are working. After Dr. Goldberg takes my urine sample, she performs the pregnancy test. Who knew that fertility treatments also involved peeing in a cup?

Dr. Goldberg sees that my pregnancy test has come out positive. I've been feeling nauseated lately, and I've been throwing up. I chalked it up as a side effect to the treatments, and nausea was one of them.

Dr. Goldberg comes back, and has a smile on her face.

"(y/n), I hope you're in the mood for some good news!" says Dr. Goldberg, with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Yes, I think this would change everything," you say.

"You and Jake are going to be parents!" says Dr. Goldberg.

I can't say anything right now. I'm completely in shock. Did I just hear that correctly?

It hits me after a few minutes. I start crying tears of joy.

"Jake did you hear that?" I say to Jake.

Jake comes over, and gives me the most loving kiss ever.

"We did it! We did it! We made a baby!" says an excited Jake.

"Finally, after months of trying, and a few months of treatments, we finally made a baby. We finally made OUR baby!" you say.

Dr. Goldberg hugs the both of us.

"I knew that this would happen. It's always amazing to me when I get to be a part of a couples good news like this. You two need to celebrate!" says Dr. Goldberg.

Jake and I pay the co-pay, and we go home. Jake and I are barely in the door when he opens it, kisses me passionately, and carries me bridal style back to the bedroom. We make love like there's no tomorrow.

"Jake, I can't believe it. We're having a baby!" I say.

"Honey bun, I knew that it would happen sooner or later. Even if we had to keep trying for years, it would happen. It's finally happened! I'm going to be a dad, and holy shit, you're going to be a mom!" says Jake.

"We're finally having our own little goofball or our own little honey bun," you say.

A few days later, I go to the drugstore and purchase three pregnancy tests. I come back, and Jake is sitting there, playing Minecraft.

My mind flashes back to two months ago, when we went to my cousin's wedding. We left after we had the cake, and we made it back to our hotel and barely made it to our hotel room. When we got in the room, we started the process of making love to each other passionately. We had decided to stop trying, we stopped scheduling sex around the time I was scheduled to ovulate, we decided to stop having sex so that my body could get used to the treatments. Little did we both know that I was ovulating that day. This wasn't even scheduled sex, or even planned sex, this was spontaneous sex.

Clothes were being thrown everywhere. We finally collapse on the bed, and Jake buries himself deep inside me. I let go after a few minutes, and it feels liberating. Jake follows, and then rolls off of me while kissing me passionately again. We fall asleep in each other's arms.

We leave for the airport the next morning. I sit next to Jake on the plane, and he kisses the top of my head, and helps me with my seatbelt.

"Jake, just because I'm going through fertility treatment doesn't make me an invalid," you say.

"Must you make this public knowledge, honey bun?" says Jake.

A few weeks later, I started feeling nauseous and I start throwing up after the nausea kicks in. I chalked it up to the treatments, but little did Jake and I know that we had created our miracle.

After I get home, Jake greets me with a kiss. Jake sees the Walgreens bag, and he gets excited. I give Jake the snacks that he had requested for later.

"Jake, I really need to pee right now. I've been holding it in to take the tests. If I don't go to the bathroom now, I'm going to pee my pants," you say.

"Okay. We're only taking these to set our minds at ease," says Jake.

I go to the bathroom, trying to hold in my pee for a bit longer while I open each test, and take it out of their wrappers. At this point, I'm holding my crotch, trying NOT to pee my pants. I really have to go, and I'm about to burst. I undo my pants, grab a test, and start to pee like there's no tomorrow. I take each one in rapid succession.

"Jake, can you come here?" I have washed my hands, and Jake just holds me close.

"Whatever is on the other side of these tests, we can handle. We are only doing to set our minds at ease", says Jake.

After the three minutes are up, Jake and I both turn the tests over at the same time. All three are positive. Dr. Goldberg was right, I am pregnant! Jake smiles excitedly, I smile excitedly.

Our dream has finally come true!

A few days later, Jake and I are at the OB/GYN. He is looking at the ultrasound of our teeny miracle.

"Everything looks normal," says Dr. Westing. He moves the transducer around some more, and picks up something else.

"Well, (y/n) I am detecting another heartbeat. Your other baby is hiding behind the first one," says Dr. Westing.

At first, Jake and I are in shock, then it sinks in! We're having twins!

"Jake, this is amazing! Twins! Twins, oh twins," I say.

Jake smiles excitedly!

"Honey bun, we can name them Luke and Leia, Harry and Hermione, Sookie and Eric, Bella and Edward," says Jake.

"One, we don't know if it's twin boys, twin girls, or one of each. Two, we just found this out. Three, I need to get used to this, Four, this is what we've been waiting for all along," I say.

A few months later, we discover that I'm carrying twin girls. Jake and I decide on a princess theme. Jake, wanted a Star Wars theme, but as much I love Star Wars (even more than Jake), I had to stop him.

"Jake, we are not doing the nursery in a Star Wars theme," you say.

"Well, how about a princess theme?" says Jake.

"Okay, I like that, my sweet goofball," you say.

Jake and I are deciding on names, and we decide on Elsa and Anna, the twin sisters from Frozen. Every morning, and every night, Jake kisses every inch of my pregnant belly, and reminds me everyday how beautiful that I am. Jake tells me that I'm glowing with love, and that our tiny miracles are going to be beautiful and amazing just like their mama.

Jake and I have an intimate wedding at an amazing venue. The venue looks elegant and beautiful. I am wearing a simple, white maternity dress, and Jake is dressed in a simple navy blue suit.

The rings are exchanged, and it's amazing. Our little ones are kicking a lot, and they are enjoying the festivities. My fertility issues were one thing that made me and Jake love each other more, and brought us even closer, when they would have destroyed most couples.

"(y/n), we will go through everything because we had to. You are now carrying our tiny miracles, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Life was just boring with out you, and you make it less boring. You've been there for me, and we've been through thick and thin. We went through hell to get to a better place, and I love you. I love you and what we went through made us stronger," says Jake. "We were then on the same pub trivia team, and I just knew you were the one," says Jake.

"Jake, my sweet goofball, you make life complete, and you make it even more exciting. When we ran into each other at that crowded bookstore, in that long line, we struck up a conversation. From that day forward, I felt like things were complete. Where we're different, we balance each other out. For once, I feel like I'm on stable ground, not on uneven footing. You make life exciting because you see every day as a new adventure," I say. "From our first meeting, and being on that pub trivia team together, I immediately knew that you were the one. We found out we have so much in common," I say.

Jake and I go on a much needed honeymoon, and we just go to Cape Cod, and stay at a quaint little hotel that is right on the beach. Every morning and every night, Jake and I enjoy a walk along the beach, barefoot, and are holding hands and steal kisses every once in a while. It's the best honeymoon, and the twins are always kicking me or sitting on my bladder when I just want a damn nap.

"Girls, mommy needs her rest. You can't keep kicking her and sitting on her bladder all the time like this. It's not nice," says Jake.

I laugh. I can't help that I love this sweet goofball.

A few months later, I go into labor. Jake is more anxious than I am. He goes over the hospital bag list every day. The nursery is all set up, the car seats are in the SUV, and the doctor is there. I deliver our tiny miracles, Anna Eve and Elsa Marie. Me and Jake hold our tiny miracles, and are peppering them with kisses every chance we both get.

"Jake, I love you so much. We went through everything to get our tiny miracles," I say.

"I love you, too. You're the most beautiful mommy in the world, honey bun," says Jake.

Jake and I exchange a deep and loving kiss.

[oasisr]

God will give you the desires of your heart. ❤️ Even when we are not praying, God is still working and being faithful. He is always the same. He is always looking out for us.

[sonseulsoleil]

Okay it’s like 2 AM. But Percy and Annabeth struggle to have a baby for a long time. Mortal fertility doctors say there’s nothing wrong and so they know it’s the gods. More specifically, it’s Hera being a petty bitch. They make offerings to Demeter and Dionysus hoping that blessings from the other fertility gods will help offset Hera’s doings. Annabeth gets pregnant, but Hera is still the goddess of child birth, so she miscarries. After that they stop trying for awhile. It’s too painful. They focus on the demigod kids they foster instead. After awhile, Annabeth gets pregnant again. They haven’t made any more offerings, but Percy wonders if Mr. D still remembers all that Diet Coke and gold. In any case, they’re holding their breath, making lots of offerings, including to Hera. They don’t tell anyone until it’s unavoidable because she’s showing. They don’t look at baby name books or have a baby shower or anything, too afraid of getting attached, of facing that loss and pain again.

But apparently Hera’s found her compassion, because Annabeth gives birth to a healthy baby girl—Annabeth’s spitting image, except for her sea green eyes and the freckles on her cheeks. She’s their little miracle, and the day she is born they burn so many offerings for Hera, it’s a little ridiculous. And some for Dionysus and Demeter, just to be safe.

(What they don’t know: Dionysus has a soft spot for that kid Peter Johnson, and is always down to pick a fight. He never really got along with his step-mom anyway.)