Hi friends — it’s been a while, hasn’t it?

If you’ve been around since the early days of Planting Our Poppy Seeds, you probably remember this space started during one of the most tender seasons of my life: our fertility journey. It was a time of ultrasounds, injections, hope, heartbreak, and holding on to the tiniest glimmer of possibility — sometimes no bigger than a poppy seed.

Fast forward to today, and I’m writing this with a Diet Coke in hand, a marketing strategy open in another tab, and two amazing little boys (ages 7 and 5) currently obsessed with Minecraft and asking for snacks every 30 minutes. Life is full — messy, beautiful, loud, and full.

My husband and I got married back in January 2015, and our family grew thanks to the science and miracle of IVF. Our oldest came from our very first cycle — we transferred two embryos, one stuck, and nine months later we welcomed our sweet boy. Our youngest is our COVID baby, transferred from our batch of frozen embryos. He was the strongest of the group and made himself at home on the very first try. I had some early bleeding scares, but both pregnancies were healthy, both boys were overdue, and despite dealing with PCOS fertility issues, I’m proud to say I had natural deliveries and breastfed each of them for a full year (with a lot of late-night snacks and Netflix marathons to survive those feeds).

After baby number two turned one, I transitioned back into work life. I had spent 13 years in radio promotions — hello, contests, concerts, and 4 a.m. remote setups — before moving into my current role as Marketing Manager for a rental services company. It’s a different kind of hustle, but I love it.

Outside of work, I live for home-cooked meals, volleyball nights, slow-pitch weekends, paddle boarding afternoons, road trips, and family camping adventures — bonus points if there’s a lake and zero cell service.

But if there’s one thread that’s stayed constant, it’s this: my PCOS journey.

It’s been 10 years of trial and error, of weight gain and loss (and gain again), of learning about hormones, supplements, blood sugar, and how different my body works. I’m still in it. Still learning. Still trying. Still planting seeds — of patience, of strength, of healing.

These days, Planting Our Poppy Seeds has grown into something more than fertility talk. It’s about everyday wellness, mom-life chaos, and learning how to take care of myself while raising good humans. My hope is that you find something here that helps — a tip, a product, a laugh, or just the reminder that you’re not alone in this.

Thanks for sticking with me through the seasons — the ones that bloomed, the ones that wilted, and the ones still sprouting.

Here’s to planting what matters — and watching it grow. 🌱