Month: February 2011

Baby Names

February 28, 2011.  CD4. Well, after a weekend on the couch with my good friends Midol and Heating Pad, and being waited upon hand-and-foot by the husband (who is in the middle of a 12 day work stretch, God bless him), and devouring most of a German chocolate cake, I am finally starting to feel

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You’re Not Legit Till You’re Facebook Official!

…And so, we are. Thanks for coming; tell your friends. 🙂

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Things Fertility-Challenged Women Love To Hear, Part One

“Maybe if you stop trying so hard, it will just happen naturally.” In honor of the title of this blog, I bring you the first installment of a series of things you should never say to women who are trying to conceive a child and having difficulty doing so.

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“…And Your Little Dog, Too!”

Well, the witch blew into town last night, and all at once she destroyed a month’s worth of hopeful build-up and my short-lived caffeine independence.Screw you, February. I didn’t want a November baby anyway, pssh.

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Teen Mom

I’m not sure if I want to hug them, slap them, or be them, but the fact is that the Teen Moms have invaded my DVR and my very soul.

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The CD30 Temp Drop Blues. Oh, and Kittens.

Just a quick note to express my crankiness at my rapidly declining temperature. Boo to you, BBT! I get the feeling that cramps and heating pads and copious amounts of Midol are in my near future. I hope the husband is ready for this…

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You’re Having a Baby? I’m So Happy For You!

…Until you leave, and then I’m a seething, jealous jerk that will spend all of our time together eye-balling your growing midsection and coveting it for my very own. Sorry, just being honest, which is probably for the best since that last statement clearly broke more than a few commandments.

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Or, as I like to call it, The Little White Pill That Makes Me Wake From Trippy Cartoon Nightmares In Puddles Of My Own Sweat.

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Not Pregnant

It kinda hurts to see it in plain English like that.At least the traditional two-pink-lines version gives you the tiniest bit of hope that maybe you’re reading it wrong, or maybe that line really IS there and all you need is a second opinion from your poor husband who is totally grossed out by holding a pee-stick so close to his face.

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A safe space where I discuss the racing thoughts in my head, personal struggles, and day-to-day activities while struggling with mental health and mood disorder issues. My personal goal is to reduce the stigma that comes with mental health and mood disorders, by talking more about it.