05/01/2026
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I didn’t think I was ready to share this yet.
If you’re part of this community, you know how sharing in the moment can break you. Sometimes just writing it down or saying it aloud makes it feel that much more real. It takes so much to pick yourself up and start over- and keep pushing. Putting blinders on can sometimes feel a little easier and doing it publicly always feels daunting.
But I did it once, and I can do it again. I was sitting on the plane home from DC after speaking to legislators on Capitol Hill to advocate that IVF should be accessible to all, and I realized I had to do it. I was tearing up reading so many messages from women sharing their vulnerable stories and fears, I just knew now is the time.
A few months ago, we lost our baby in the second trimester.
We’ve been on our second surrogacy journey for two years now. Our first surrogate, who carried Georgie, wasn’t medically cleared to proceed with our sibling journey. I grieved that ending and we started over. From the long road in finding a surrogate, to medical clearance setbacks, to a failed transfer, and now this loss… it hasn’t been an easy road.
I feel incredibly lucky for the woman who carried our baby (our angel) who will always hold such a special place in my heart. And for our first surrogate, who has continued to support me from afar through this second journey. We will forever be connected.
A second trimester loss was devastating. Something new to add to the long list of heartbreaks we’ve endured on this fertility journey. Another memory that will be hard to erase. That appointment will be etched in my mind forever as well as all the steps that came after when a pregnancy is that far along. My heart goes out to all the people who have experienced miscarriage, baby loss and stillbirth. You are warriors.
Reading so many of your stories has reminded me how important it is to share—even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard. 🤍
