My Pill Box Runneth Over

After a much-needed break from cleaning and a whirlwind attempt at packing, I am drinking coffee per usual and writing this post. Currently, I have been given instructions to chill, all the while I drown up to my ears in packing tape and suitcases. Relaxing and moving, it’s funny that doesn’t seem to go hand in hand at all?

Days like these, I am thankful for Jesus and coffee.

Sometimes I get this weighing feeling that if all this was going on at the same time, I should have waited to pursue IVF. However hasn’t that been life for the last two years, just a waiting game? I quickly reject that idea from my head because life will always be playing dodgeball with you, there is not perfect timing. Before this massive and rather abrupt move, we have talked extensively about beginning IVF. Somehow all of the years biggest moments are happening at once

Currently, I am very thankful I am toward the end of my treatment. With blood work, scans, and meds we prep for transfer. I should be so thankful that I made it through my egg retrieval so smooth. The transfer is the exciting and “easy-ish” part. I have done everything possible to prepare myself for this day, so now we pray, cross our fingers and wait as the transfer is literally around the corner.

For the time being, I am being monitored and taking medications. Speaking of pills, back before egg retrieval among my oral meds was a potent steroid. Fast forward to the time leading up to transfer I am back on said steroid, and the dosage has tripled. Aside from the fact it seems to be fantastic at clearing up my terrible hormonal acne I have the patience of a pissed off hornet and the appetite of an elephant.

It is HOT out here, it’s muggy, and typically that makes for a light appetite but no. Load me up on those steroids, and I am hungry every minute of every day. I will be as wide as I am tall. Maybe let’s backtrack and cover that mood comment. I’m blistered, ripe, and everything just chaps my hide. Stupid stuff and I fly off the handle. Ladies imagine the worst mood you are in, while on your period, and for giggles, intensify it.
If you are reading this post, I won’t judge you for choosing not to talking to me for the next couple days.
Praise Jesus I hope to be OFF these medications soon. I’m not 100% how much more of my attitude my family is willing to take for the sake of the process. Bless em.
The transfer is around the corner, followed by the dreaded two-  week wait. I appreciate every good vibe, thought, and prayer!



“For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have?
But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through the wordless groans.”
Romans 8:24-26


Ovulation predictor kit pictured on the left. Not sure why I even had to waste the money since I have been doing blood work to identify an LH surge about every other day. Then there sits my group of medications and vitamins. Yes. I made a pill box. Type A here.
Opening the refrigerator is how I have spent about 60% of my day. Hulk seems to resonate with me quite well right now
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Jessica McClendon

This is me, an East Tennessee transplant to Los Angeles, California, wife to Jacques McClendon, my handsome better half and mom to baby girl Madison who is two.

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