I See You: An Open Letter to All The Future Mamas Struggling With Infertility

I see you. I see you hiding behind your Facebook wall.  Silent and purposefully not “liking” the photos of my babies. I see you rolling your eyes and saying out loud how annoying it is that my profile picture is of my children and not of me. After all, you are friends with me, not my kids, you don’t want to know what’s new with … Continue reading I See You: An Open Letter to All The Future Mamas Struggling With Infertility

The Office Is The Only Hope

The office is the source of hope. But it brings with it, more.   Fluid filled, cystic anxiety. Blood soaked uncertainty. Regression, after success. Loss.   It brings stomach aches and heart palpitations. Emotions and exposed nerves that are scrubbed raw, to maintain sanitary conditions in the sterile environment.   It’s a recurring nightmare that offers the promise of a dream. The office is the … Continue reading The Office Is The Only Hope

Dream #9: Little Boy and Burning Blimps

DREAM: We are traveling and part of our caravan involves several blimps.  From where we are we can see out in front of us through a large domed window.  There is an accident – people are screaming and scared.  There is a little boy about 8 years old by himself, crying.  We can tell things are going from bad to worse.  The blimp in front … Continue reading Dream #9: Little Boy and Burning Blimps

Headache-O-Meter

So, I’m 32 years old, and have been on blood pressure medication for the past 4 years.  (I have also been married for four years…coincidence? (Just kidding, love you honey!) I actually can’t extol the magnificence of this blood pressure medication enough, because as an added bonus to reducing my systolic and diastolic, it has also cleared up my skin. Growing up, I was lucky enough to clear, … Continue reading Headache-O-Meter