Sometimes you just need to celebrate your own innate femininity. Especially when you’re coping with an aspect of your female-ness that isn’t working for you- such as your fertility. It’s easy to let yourself be angry at your body’s lack of … Continue reading
Very similarly to the HFM Method of Surviving a Baby Shower, the answer is also vodka. Or rather have a friend who reads your blog, knows what you’re going through and then rely on her to present you with a … Continue reading
Last year, I very briefly mentioned an event that has become a regular thing in my life. It’s called a Pie-n-Tea Party. And the name has a pretty decent story behind it. I was filling my friend Tim’s poor eye … Continue reading
*sigh* This is what cycle day one looks like at my house. It’s for the best really. I have the over time in March and the trip in April. It would have been horribly inconvenient to be growing a tiny human … Continue reading
Cycle day 31 with no sign of Aunt Flo. Was tempted to test again this morning but I held off. I wouldn’t believe the results anyway. So instead, I’m trying to funnel my energy in other directions. Like baking muffins at … Continue reading
It’s coming to a close. Tomorrow is 28 days. And despite my very best, most intentional efforts to avoid thinking about baby making this entire cycle, I’m thinking about tomorrow. I’m thinking about testing tomorrow. I’m wondering if I should … Continue reading
According to Wikipedia, self-actualization has a few definitions. I like this one: ” the concept was brought most fully to prominence in Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs theory as the final level of psychological development that can be achieved when all basic and mental … Continue reading
Yesterday, I went shopping for a baby shower gift for a good friend. Her shower is this weekend. And I was doing just fine, thankyouverymuch, until I saw— baby tights. Logically, in my head, I’ve always known that there … Continue reading
I have only done three rounds of fertility meds so far. But I have to say, to steal a phrase my mother liked to use, I feel like I’ve been rode hard and put up wet. I started my first … Continue reading
Hungry For Motherhood 