Let’s cut the fertility fluff. You say you want the baby. And I 100% believe you. But the real question is: Does your nervous system—the bodyguard of what gets let in—believe it’s actually safe to receive this? This week’s episode is not for the surface-level manifesting girlies. This is for the woman who’s done so damn much and still feels like she’s stuck in fertility purgatory. Because here’s what no one tells you:  Sometimes, it’s not the heartbreak you’re scared of anymore. It’s the vulnerability of letting yourself have it. This episode will hit if: You see your baby in a meditation—soft cheeks, tiny toes, you even feel their energy in the room with you—and without even thinking, you snap your eyes open and shake it off like it was too much. Too real. Too soon. You tell your friend, “Honestly, I’m okay either way.” But you feel your throat tighten—because you’re not. Not really. You just don’t want to sound desperate. You told yourself you’d rest today… but suddenly you’ve “accidentally” created a 12-point plan for optimizing your fertility routine again. Spoiler: That’s not self-sabotage. That’s nervous system survival mode just doin’ its thang. This week on the pod, we’re diving into:

• 4 reasons why receiving can feel like a threat, not a reward.
• How perfectionism kills your ability to hold paradox which is what regulates your nervous system.
• And how to stop managing the fertility journey like a job ...and start actually becoming the woman who can let it in that baby! 

LISTEN NOW! And if this episode lands like truth in your bones? Omg you have to join my new program HELD at www.spenserbrassard.com  It’s where we stop gripping, overthinking, and efforting... and start building real capacity to receive. Because yes, you want the baby.  But deep down? You want so much more than that. You want your softness back. Your peace. Your permission to have a full, juicy, supported life And that’s exactly what we’re practicing together inside HELD. We start May 7. It’s $149 Let this be the season you stop pretending you’re fine with “maybe someday.”  Let this be the season you become the woman whose God damn ready to receive.