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BOOKS:
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It Starts with the Egg: How the Science of Egg Quality Can Help You Get Pregnant Naturally, Prevent Miscarriage, and Improve Your Odds in IVF
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it starts with the egg
Step by step guide to make small changes that can have huge results on your egg quality and fertility journey.




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infreakinfertility
A funny yet meaningful look into all that is infertility, and how to survive when it seems like everyone else has it so easy.






BLOGS:
dreaming of diapers
The struggle is part of the story. This woman has been through it all. Her tell-all, no holds barred blog is relatable and humorous at the same time. Find it here: http://dreamingofdiapers.com/
our misconception
After 6 years of TTC, this couple has been through a lot. They share their story pretty openly, and with a bit of humor. (Newer post are about alternative success). Find it here: https://www.ourmisconception.com/

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