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What are intralipid infusions?
How do they work?
What are the side effects?
Should I try them if I am unable to get pregnant or suffering recurrent miscarriages?

INTRALIPIDS ARE

A sterile fat emulsion used as a source of calories and essential fatty acids. The infusion is made up of 20% soybean oil, 1.2% egg yolk phospholipids , 2.25% glycerin, and water for injection. It is essentially pure fat, and it’s given as a slow intravenous infusion mixed with saline.

I had to get my first infusion within 72 hours of a confirmed....

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When I was young, I said that I wanted to be married by 23 and have my first child at 25.
As if it were all about me.

Before I was even married, I joked that I wanted to be a “hot” mom.
As if it were all about me.

When I was in my mid 20s, I’d watch on while a kid was having a world class tantrum, lashing out, screaming or even hitting his mom.
“That won’t be me,” I’d think.
As if it were all about me, and not about the child.

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1. Nipple soreness

Have you heard this incredible quote by the iconic Betty White?
“Why do people say "grow some balls"? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.”

While I agree with Betty, I think NIPPLES actually take a hell of a beating. Mine now look like a sad piece of chewed up bubble gum that you’d find at the bottom of a New York subway seat. But hey, they did a damn good job doing what they were made to do!

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A few months ago I was so exhausted that I could barely function. It seemed weird, but like most women, I brushed it off. I attributed it to being busy, raising two kiddos, dealing with 3 year old sleep regression and moving house. The exhaustion made sense, I told myself. So I dismissed it, only to find myself falling asleep sitting up on the couch, overcome with tiredness multiple times a week.

I was also bloated. I’ve never had bloating, except for right before my cycle, so to be so bloated was abnormal for me. I talked to my husband, “Look at this!” I demanded, shoving my fingers and fist into my abdomen, watching it give under the pressure of my hand. “What the hell is this about?” I decided to go to the doctor and booked in two days later.

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