There IS evidence of life. And most of the time I am absolutely buoyant in the comfortable knowledge that my body is growing a human. But in these in-between times, when the days leading up to another appointment, another ultrasound, grow long... well, my negative self-image, media images, the urge to compare with others, it … Continue reading The depression of disbelief.
There's an Australian show that Partner and I love, called Offspring. The opening credits song is by Thao with the Get Down and Stay Down, "When We Swam"... the lyrics repeat: Bring your hips to me Oh, bring your hips, oh, oh Bring your hips to me To me Oh, bring your hips to me … Continue reading Open your hips to me…
On tap today is a little rant... probably along the lines of conventional wisdom gone awry, but maybe not. I'm overweight. No secret there. How overweight? Significantly. I got down to where a 1x or 2x size in most stores fit me just fine in 2014, but after my stint with anxiety and depression that … Continue reading It doesn’t fit?
I posted two weeks ago, looking for feedback and conversation about closing this blog and starting a new one or simply carrying on with this one into the future. I know, intimately, how it feels to read about a person's struggle with infertility only to then read "#miraclesdohappen." I don't want to cause more harm … Continue reading First, an apology… then a new chapter.
I don't know what to do here. Seriously, the indignation has faded, all I feel now is humbled. Well, that's not true-- I think I have Infertility PTSD, constantly waiting for the shoe to drop and questioning everything from my worth to have my "finally" happen to grief over time lost. So, where does that … Continue reading Fourteen weeks later.
My righteous indignation seems to have faded. Lies are less a part of my mindscape, truths and truths to come are taking over. I've said before, I think, that this advent of pregnancy for me has been humbling. I'm a bit lost, floating in joy for the knowledge of this wholly unexpected gift inside me... … Continue reading Well then… what now?
Dearest Sprout: Your Daddy has started to call you Little Bit, a name we used to call you before Groot came into our lives. Forgive me if I change your name from here on out. I want Daddy to be comfortable with what we call you until you have your forever name. The calendar says … Continue reading Letters to the Editor, part IV.