Testimonial: The break, or thinking about yourself and your couple

How did I go back to school? A DEP in horticultural production: plants. Happiness for me, a real trip of one year that I paid for myself there.

Of course, we did not protect ourselves, but life did not surprise us. She was challenging me to make my dream come true!

During this school year, I participated in a competition that encourages girls to study in a traditionally male profession. I won an international internship, a destination of my choice! When we met, Chéri and I, we participated in an information session on French Polynesia, and we promised ourselves that at the end of his high school diploma, we would go on this big trip (knowing that it was a trip that cost a fortune!) .So I decided to go see the cultivation of tropical fruits in this overseas republic of France. Chéri accompanied me for 2 weeks of this internship, and we really found ourselves, far from the stress of our daily lives, our eyes filled with wonderful landscapes and ultra-rewarding experiences. Today, I am still aware of how incredibly lucky we were to make this trip, which will remain etched in our memories forever.

At the end of this school year, I had not yet reached the end of my ambitions in agriculture. Starting a business, when you don't have a family farm, requires knowledge and solid training. I decided to pursue a technique in agricultural business management and operation at Cégep.

It was another 2 year trip! Already having a technique, all my basic courses were over and I was able to devote myself fully to technical courses. It allowed me to develop my self-confidence. I always believed that I was an average student, but I found that by having time to study and fully committed myself to each course, I could push myself forward. In addition, Chéri had taken over the financial burden and he thus allowed me to live these 3 years of studies without working, as I did for him during his high school diploma.

Despite the calendar hanging above the bedside table, which clearly identified my menstrual cycles and my periods of ovulation... Even if we sometimes forced ourselves to stick together during the right times... Even if I started to gain hope for every little 1/2 day of delay... Still no surprise during these 2 other years.

I thought that I had managed to reach that state of letting go that everyone was telling me to achieve. You know, the damn cute story that we are constantly told when we are in these steps: such a woman became pregnant when she let go.

It seems that even though I thought I had tried very hard, I was not there yet.

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