An Irish Blessing

March 17th, 2011.  CD21, 3DPO.

My favorite traditional Irish food.

As promised, I am reporting on my temp changes for this morning… It actually went down from yesterday, but FertilityFriend thought it was still high enough to deserve crosshairs for CD18.  This would put me at 3DPO today… Yay!  This would also put me officially in the horrendously long and maddening Two Week Wait… Boo.

Moving on (because really… how many of you are tired of reading about my reproductive system?), I wanted to write a little bit about friendship.  Now I’m about as Irish as a Shamrock Shake (or maybe a Guinness cupcake from these guys!), but the people sure do have some wonderful views on friendship…

Over the past few weeks, so many people in my life have been incredibly supportive of, and curious about, what the husband and I are going through, and have mentioned reading my blog (and enjoying it even!), that it blows my mind.  Infertility can be terribly frustrating and isolating.  This blog is just an outlet for me to vent some of that, and not at all a cry for attention, which is why it’s so touching that our friends and family are reaching out to support us right now.

So many people in our lives have so many larger things than this going on in their lives, and it really is humbling that these people who are struggling with any number of issues themselves would take the time to let us know that we’re in their prayers.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, and thank you to my friends.

 

“May God give you:

For every storm a rainbow, for every tear a smile,

For every care a promise, and a blessing in each trial.

For every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share,

For every sigh a sweet song, and an answer for each prayer.”

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One comment on “An Irish Blessing

  1. savingmommymoney
    March 17, 2011 at 10:55 am #

    The 2-week wait is the worst! I’m glad you have such a great support system. I know how extremely trying this time of your life is.

    PS – Now I want a shamrock shake, dangit! They don’t make them like they used to anymore though 😦

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