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.
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 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.