We tried it. We tried Clomid. We doled out the cash ($50 for my low-dose), with no help from our insurer (thank you for nothing Blue Cross Canada). I took the pills. I got the side effects. Then, I went for the ultrasound and had a stranger move the wand aggressively around my most … Continue reading
I hate it. I wish the holiday would burn in the fire of a thousand hells and that its ashes would be dropped in the Marianas Trench where they could be gobbled up by vent-dwelling phytoplankton and tiny crustaceans. And I wish ONE person would have said something nice. A simple, “hey, thinking of … Continue reading
So….I changed jobs on Thursday. I am officially the newest radio reporter in my town. I got to leave my former toxic workplace and I feel like I’ve ascended to heaven. I’m LOVING my new job and the people I work with. LOVING it! Secretly, I even like the way my voice sounds on … Continue reading
I hope blogging is like riding a bike. I think I need this again. I met a lot of friends here and didn’t quit blogging to abandon them (you). I just couldn’t write about infertility anymore after my last group of posts. It felt like it was wash,rinse,repeat on a painful, grief-filled cycle and, really, … Continue reading
First Response Early Response tests are useless. Don’t waste your money if you’re still TTC. Positives are fake and they fade. That is all.
I sit and sigh and continue to torture myself. I just sit stare at more baby pictures and pregnancy announcements and birth update statuses. It goes in waves. I’m not sure if they are waves of recognition or waves of increased posting but I admit it weighs heavily on me now that we’ve set the … Continue reading
I’m going to start a business called 1-800-you-vent for people to call and get a confidential, sympathetic ear and then go merrily about their day without being subjected to advice or criticisms or having to worry about their reputation. Why? Because the last part of that concept seems to have disappeared and I don’t feel … Continue reading
Life. New life. Two happy lines on a pregnancy test. I saw them over and over and over on Friday night in my dreams. Strong, positive test after strong, positive test, and all the while, even in my dreams, I seemed completely incredulous. “This is not happening. This can’t be real. Is this really happening.” … Continue reading