Thursday, December 16, 2010

Mariah Carey

Dear Mariah Carey,

You anger me. You're 41 years old, have experienced pregnancy loss, and admitted to having trouble getting pregnant. And now you're having twins. And you **REALLY**think people believe that you didn't go through some kind of ART Procedure?!? When people in the spotlight hide things like having to go through Infertility Treatments, you make it seem bad or shameful to the public at large. You anger me. You should come out of the IVF closet.

Love, Me

Happy Dance

One of my favorite girls is pregnant. What a great start to today! She is such a great person and will make an awesome Mom. We know her as Miller Time so I've decided to name her baby Miller Lite! :-)

Love you MT and little Miller Lite!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Thanks to our Troops

Xerox is doing something cool. If you go to that website above, you can pick out a Thank You card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq. You can't pick out who gets it, but it will go to a member of the armed services. It's free and only takes a second! Wouldn't it be nice for each one to get one? Regardless of your feelings on the war- the people there deserve our support.

So click and send!

Cold Turkey

I decided to take a break from The Bump. My rising anxiety levels about IVF and Infertility treatments are making me a meany and intolerant to people being whiners about their problems. So I just need to step back a bit. I got the most wonderful notes from all the kind and lovely girls from TTGP. It's amazing to me how supportive they are. I would be lost without them.

Of course- I'm a total addict so I've been lurking all morning. It's hard to cut myself off. So girls- remember- I'm in the shadows! Ha!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I Will Be.

I can't take credit for this...I stole it from a wonderful lady Papps Blog.


There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better. I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books but because I have struggled and toiled for this child. I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed. I have endured and planned over and over again. Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams. I will notice everything about my child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me. I count myself lucky in this sense; that I have been given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that I am led to, I will not be careless with my love. I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes. I have learned to appreciate life. Yes I will be a wonderful mother.

-Author Unknown, taken from TTGP

Monday, December 13, 2010


The closer I get to treatment, the higher my anxiety levels get. I'm noticing that I'm more aware of pregnant people and babies. And they are much more upsetting to me. I hate that. I just want to be happy and not have these kinds of things make me feel worried or sad.

If I'm like this now, how do I deal with the anxiety that lies ahead?!?