Who am I? I'll be honest this isn't a question I've thought about often. Although the first thing that comes to mind is "Mom", is that the only thing?

How did I go from parties and sleepless nights to a six year old and still some sleepless nights?

Did I lose myself on the path to parenthood? Is the only thing I identify as a mom? Is that even a bad thing? Personal identity is something I struggle with more often than not. What group I belong in or which friends I surround myself with fluctuates frequently.

Even as I'm typing this out I'm struggling with what to say.

I do know this the most important thing to me to be is a mom. I have had my own struggles with even being a mom. Although conceiving my six year old came easy the second one, not so much. My husband and I have been trying to conceive number two since August of 2015. Fast forward three years and we still aren't expecting. This path of infertility is filled with heartache and more stress than I can even begin to express in words. After being diagnosed with blocked tubes we realized In-Vitro Fertilization(IVF) was the path for us. Although our first IVF transfer ended sadly in a miscarriage somehow we are gearing up for round two.

The desire for more children is more than I can explain, or even begin to. My husband and I want nothing more than to get pregnant again, although we love our son dearly. Everyday I know how blessed I am to even have a son at all.

So who am I? I'll be honest...I'm a mom. I'm more proud and more grateful daily that I even get to be one at all. This is my biggest accomplishment and embodies more of my life than anything.

Yes I am Irish, I'm loud, I'm funny, I'm kind, I'm political. BUT, I'm a mom.

-Patricia

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