I’ve been trying to write this blog for the last 9 weeks…but I’m finding it hard to write with just one hand! Why one hand?? Because the other arm is busy holding my new little man!
Yes, my beautiful bundle of joy has arrived. Packaged in a 7 pounds, 8 ounce, package. I’m too tired [...]
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B is for Baby…
Feeling Lucky
For the past 13 weeks and one day I have been “cautiously optimistic”, tempered with a lot of fear. Though I got off easy with the first trimester symptoms (morning sickness, what’s that???) I think those around me would have traded in my crabbiness for my having a few pukes in the toilet.
13 weeks! [...]
Seeing Double….
A funny thing happened on the way to IVF….. I wound up pregnant. I know, that was such an incredibly cliché thing to do!
So here I am 8 weeks, 5 days, pregnant. I am still living in disbelief and a bit of terror. One of my first thoughts was, “What. Have. I. [...]
Ms. Potential….
Potential… such an optimistic word. So hopeful. So encouraging….. yet, so not guaranteed.
That first date, that job interview, the artistic abilities displayed… such potential….. but really, what really counts is the view in retrospect: did the relationship pan out past the 2nd date, did the job interview land the job, did the artistic abilities [...]
Infertility is a misogynistic disorder….
This “rant” is not based on anything but opinion, since I didn’t fact check one ounce of this brain spew…. it’s just an observation from a slightly bitter and very barren me.
Infertility is totally sexist. Yes, it affects couples, but really the majority of women I come across on the sites are the one’s being [...]
In between days….
I’m in the midst of another *two week wait. I’m getting damn good at these. The first month we were trying, I was a total hyper-hypo and “felt” alllll sorts of symptoms. Now-a-days I just sort of lose track where I am, until I get close to a test date day…. But this month, [...]
40 is the new 20, unless you’re a worry wart!
There has been many-a-recent day that I’ve felt like a 40 year old EMO, sans black garb and piercings. And many-a-recent day where bleakness has me cranking up the likes of Damien Rice and letting the tears flow….
( I know, I know… Rice is not EMO, but I said I was LIKE EMO, not EMO… which is [...]
Reverse and Rewind….
When I first met Scott, I was still riding the high off of my overdose on relationship self-help books. I was going through my “put it all on the table” phase. I was determined to show him all my cards and for him to show all of his too. The theory behind this is: [...]