It’s such a niche topic: woman becomes a full-time traveler — no home, just suitcases, and a loving husband to carry them.
I hope this finds the right woman. If you’re Googling things like “full-time traveler infertility” or “how to get pregnant while traveling”, like I was…then this is for you.
I’m living a nomadic life — traveling full-time, living out my wildest dreams — and also trying to get pregnant. And it’s not working. It’s not sticking.
I’m trying acupuncture. Mucinex. I meditate daily. I love my natural medicines and supplements – maca, moringa, turmeric, ginger, cinnamon lattes galore. I take a prenatal with folic acid. I know the difference between folate and methylfolate. I’ve had blood work done to test my thyroid, progesterone, testosterone, iron, LH, FSH, E2. I track my temperature, use ovulation strips, and mark every cramp and bodily sign like it’s my full-time job.
I thought this “new free lifestyle” would regulate my nervous system and that would be it—I’d be pregnant. Instead, I’ve had two miscarriages.
I carry my own medical records across borders and meet new doctors in new countries. I’ve had appointments in Spanish and Portuguese. The longest I stay in one city is about six weeks, which means it’s up to me to time appointments with my cycle, know when to get testing done, and know what tests to ask for. It’s a lot. I’m a social sciences major — I don’t know this shit. Right now, I’m not interested in IVF or IUI. Adoption feels closer to reality. But as always, changing your mind is allowed. Nothing about this journey is linear.
This lifestyle can be expensive, expansive, and isolating. There’s a particular kind of loneliness that comes from being far from family, far from routine, far from the comforts you once knew—while also trying to conceive.
It feels liminal. I’m no longer who I was. I don’t have the same job, the same city, or the same life. I’m not yet who I’m becoming? I’m not pregnant. I’m not a mom. I’m suspended and waiting. And it’s ass. But I’m also grateful. and trying to “take advantage” of this time with little responsibility and lots of sleep – that I didn’t expect to have.
I don’t have answers. I’d like some. And if this finds someone else living in that same in-between space of trying and traveling—know that…me too?
Uncertainty. Hope. Crossing borders. Tears. Joy. Trying all the things.
I’m just a girl.