Savoring Stopped Me From Wasting My Life

What infertility taught me about a life well-lived

Emily PG Erickson
Jan 20, 2020 · 5 min read
Photo by Danijel Durkovic on Unsplash

Twenty-two months. As I write this, in late January 2020, my husband and I have been trying to have a baby for 22 months. For nearly all of those months, I have scrambled to find pads and tampons every four weeks. I know the scrambling is self-imposed, but keeping extras around feels crushingly incongruent with…