Partner and I like to have long-running, punny, jokes in our life. Maybe "joke" isn't the right word but, we tend to use alternate terminology to make light of tough things. MaybeBaby's genetics has been no different. At first, I just called MaybeBaby HOPE. Partner, being a bit nerdy, started referring to it as "Li'l Bit" … Continue reading He is Groot.
I wrote on the Book of Face today that I've officially packed too much into a seven day period of time. One week ago today, I was reveling in relief that the doctor who will (WILL) monitor the progress of my Maybe Baby was supportive and ready to take me on. By that evening, I … Continue reading Deserving of this?
What a week it's been. What I thought was going to be my drama in the last space of time turned out to have been given more power than I needed to. It's typical of me and you'd think I'd learn, but I am who I am. Since our last episode... (I'm a goof.) Last … Continue reading Peace of pace.
I have garnered a few followers, and for that I'm grateful. I'm not sure HOW it's happened, exactly- but I'll take it. There's something cathartic about sharing all this shit. I had EXPECTED this blog to be more about the ins-outs of fertility treatments and Maybe Baby steps, but it's turned into a place where … Continue reading C’mon, get happy!
My counselor is very fond of telling me to increase my self-care. Read: my counselor is sick to death of reminding me that self-care is important. The trouble is, self-care usually feels selfISH to me. Eat better (try to control emotional binge eating, talk it out instead) Exercise (snort) Journal (does this count) Sleep Hygiene … Continue reading Social landmines ahead.
It's been growing all weekend; this ball of anxiety and sadness that won't be named. I can't find the source. When I can't find the source, there is no treatment for it. When you have a tooth ache, you either give it antibiotics, fill the hole, extract the root, or pull the tooth. I can't … Continue reading I have… issues.
I've heard of nursing homes for the elderly and infirm called "God's Waiting Room." I feel like I'm there now, in God's Waiting Room. My cat is still here, she's having a good few days... I love when she cuddles voluntarily. But, I'm waiting for God's moment when S/He says it's time for Lily to … Continue reading Time is ticking.