Tag: Hope Award for Best Blog

The Infertility Oscars, Part One

I’ve tried to write this post three times now, for days since the event on Wednesday… The words either won’t come, or they come all at once.

Neither situation is conducive to an articulate blog post.

I’m having a hard time figuring out how to adequately express how I feel about the awesomeness that was RESOLVE’s 2013 Night of Hope gala.

I guess I’ll just start at the beginning, and cover every excruciating detail…  As is my way.  😉

The husband and I decided to take it easy the day of the event, allowing ourselves to sleep in, wandering out to get some greasy diner breakfast that morning, and taking a nice walk around Soho in the beautiful, sunny, fall weather.  We also found a little corner grocery, and stocked up on drinks and snacks for the day, since we knew we’d be holed up in the hotel room getting all pretty for a couple of hours.

…What?  It takes work!

It takes him less time to look like a stud than it takes me to put on mascara.  Cheater.

It takes him less time to look like a stud than it takes me to put on mascara. Cheater.

Anyway, once we were all made-up, ironed, pressed, and coiffed – okay, once I was – we two soft Midwesterners managed to hail a cab all on our own (after walking a couple of blocks…) and were on our way to the pre-event rehearsal at Chelsea Piers.

…And then our taxi got pulled over.

It was kind of hilarious at the time, because with all of the flashing lights and sirens constantly going off in the city, we really had no clue we were being stopped by police until the man in blue approached the window.  People we told later said that they had never been pulled over in a cab, and they’d lived in the city their whole lives!

We chalked it up to bad luck, but luck was with us in that the incident was a quick one, and we were still very much on-time for the event rehearsal.

As we arrived and checked in, we met Rebecca, my contact from RESOLVE, who had been in touch with me since I found out I’d won the award.  She was so amazingly helpful and friendly, and she made me feel completely at ease when I was nervous about many aspects of the evening.  We walked through the layout of the ballroom where dinner would be served, and she showed me how I’d be approaching the steps to the stage.  She even offered to let me give the steps a trial run if I was really that scared I’d trip on the way up.

Or down.

SPOILER ALERT:  I didn’t actually trip.  I’m not sure my feet even touched the ground, to be honest.

After I had a handle on the layout of the room and a schedule of the events in my sweaty little hands, the cocktail hour before the event began.  The room started to fill up with people in suits and dresses, and the bar was mercifully OPEN.  The husband and I didn’t know anyone, so we grabbed a bar table and sipped our water, just taking it all in.

After a while, we were approached by some interesting characters:  a lawyer from a New York surrogacy law firm who was a former lobbyist, a doctor from South Dakota who specializes in sperm DNA (and who had a little silver sperm pin on his lapel), and finally, I was taken off to a corner where I had the honor of meeting Barb Collura, the President and CEO of RESOLVE, and Corey Huffman, who was to introduce me onstage.  Both of these women were so sweet, and made me feel so comfortable.  We had some photos taken and chatted a bit, and then they were whisked away to other responsibilities.

Me with Barbara Collura, President/CEO of RESOLVE

Me with Barbara Collura, President/CEO of RESOLVE

I just have to say that every single person I met that night – and there were many – was so lovely and welcoming.  Being a Bible Belt Midwesterner in a huge, gritty, fast-paced place like New York City was a bit of a culture shock sometimes, but knowing that there were people in a big ballroom from all over the country and all walks of life, people who had a connection to RESOLVE and to infertility, and people who were there because they honestly care… well, that made me feel right at home, despite the distance.

Once the dining room opened up, we found our table and started meeting our dining companions.  The husband and I were seated with the four fabulous lawyers who were awarded one of the Hope Awards for Advocacy, and their husbands.  They were so much fun, and such an inspirational group of ladies to be seated with!

Dinner was fantastic, what little of it I was able to eat… I was so nervous about getting onstage!  Luckily the wine was poured without my asking, so that gave me a good excuse for a little lubrication of my nerves, if ya know what I mean.  During the meal, there were several speakers, including Barbara Collura, celebrity blogger and infertility advocate Rosie Pope, and the host of the evening, actress and advocate Elisabeth Rohm.  There were a few testimonial videos shown as well, and throughout the night there were announcements of how much money the event, which doubles as a fundraiser, had raised so far.

By the end of the evening, over $213,000 was raised for infertility support, awareness, and research!  How awesome is that?!

As dinner began to wind down, the clock was ticking on the awards ceremony getting underway.  There were just a couple of awards in front of me, and each one took less than five minutes from introduction to acceptance and applause.  It was just a few minutes before I’d be up, and I was only half listening to the speakers, and half reviewing the remarks I’d written…

Oh.  About those remarks…

I started, stopped, wrote, and rewrote what I wanted to say at least ten times before we arrived in New York.  Nothing was right.  I finally woke up early on the day of the gala and started typing… I think the problem was with the pen and paper.  I need to type to really feel free, I suppose.

And so, I emailed myself the basic points I wanted to hit while I had the chance, not really thinking about about how I’d go about printing them.

Well, I never did end up printing that email.

Sitting at the dinner table at the Night of Hope gala, waiting to be called to the stage, I realized that I was going to have to take my cell phone up onstage with me.


And yet, maybe it was appropriate for a blogger to have chosen a technological media from which to read her remarks…

Remarks which I will give you in their entirety in the next post, as I don’t want to lose anyone with the monstrous length of the post as it would be if I kept going.

Please come back for Part Two, which I’ll get out just as soon as possible!



Bits of the event from my handbag at the end of the evening…


Guess what today is?

Don’t say Hump Day… Don’t even say it…




Okay… okay.  Bring it down a notch.

Let me tell you about the last 48 hours first…

So yesterday, Tuesday, the husband and I crawled out of bed at 2:30am and got our sleepy behinds out of the house in Toledo somehow managed to arrive at the airport in Detroit on time for our first flight.


Good morning from 25,000 feet over… Kentucky maybe?

We flew from The D to Music City USA, Nashville, TN, first, and were able to have enough time there to utilize the facilities and score a couple of cookies from an airport cookie stand.  Our connection there left about 40 minutes after the first one landed, so we had just enough time before we were off on the second leg of our journey.

From there, we were off to New York.  The flight was uneventful, though I managed to get a window seat, but all I saw was clouds for most of the trip.  I also had to ask the flight attendant for hot water so I could mix up my herbs.  Pretty sure I looked suspicious with my little canisters of powder in my purse, but no one said anything to me…

Now I haven’t been to the city since high school, and honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect because I know so much has changed over the years.  The airport itself was packed with people, as one might expect in a city as populous as NYC.  We managed to find a taxi and started off toward our hotel.

We had some time to kill when we arrived, though, having sort of forgotten that even early check-ins don’t typically allow you into your room as early as 11:30am.  We left our luggage with the front desk, and headed out to explore the city.

Since our hotel is in the Chinatown/Little Italy/Soho area, we were not disappointed in the people-watching.  After walking for a bit, we got some coffee (tea for me, thanks) and sat in a little park to decide where we wanted to go next.

A sculpture in the park.  I don't know what it is, but it looks like taffy... I'm willing to bet it probably tastes like Hep C, though.

A sculpture in the park. I don’t know what it is, but it looks like taffy… I’m willing to bet it probably tastes like Hep C, though.

Ultimately, we decided that since we could see the new World Trade Center building above the rest of the skyline, that we’d walk over and check it out a little closer.  The memorial site is still being worked on heavily, so we weren’t able to get in, but the building itself was beautiful, and I can see why people say that it’s like a symbol of hope standing guard over the city.


We walked down to Battery Park and just enjoyed the sights from there.  We took some photos by the water and did touristy things where there weren’t a lot of people around to judge us for being touristy.  Ha.


Aw, New Jersey… Looking good from here!

The fall colors are beautiful in the city this time of year – I’m so glad we didn’t miss the window before everything turns brown and dies!


This isn’t the best picture, but the husband really wanted a shot of the spire of the Empire State Building over those pretty trees there.

We walked and walked and walked some more, before we had finally killed enough time for our hotel room to be ready.  As we walked back to Soho, we decided that we were le tired, having been in three different states, two airplanes and a taxi, and having walked a good 10 miles since 3am.  As we got back to the hotel and got our things unpacked in our teeny-tiny (but nice!) hotel room, we made the mistake of sitting down on the comfy bed.

In our defense, there was no where else to sit, let alone stand, at the time with our stuff all over, but we ended up just vegging out in bed, watching Moonshiners, in the most exciting city in the nation.  And then we napped.

This city may never sleep, but we Midwesterners sure do.

Ultimately, we got up and got moving around dinner time, and ended up at a cute little place in Little Italy.  We had rice balls stuffed with sausage and peas, a giant pasta dish to share, and the husband ordered me my favorite dessert, crème brûlée.  It was a great meal and experience, and as we were preparing to leave, we learned that the table next to us had flown in from the Detroit area, too.  We chatted for a few minutes, wished them safe travels back to the homeland, and then went on our way.

It really is a small world, even in a HUGE city.

After traveling, lugging luggage, walking all over, generally stressing out about everything, and a full meal of carbs and sugary dessert, we were wiped out.  Back to the bed we went, and I fell asleep with my laptop in my hands, intending to write this post twelve hours ago.

But, alas, here we are now, and thankfully so, as I doubt I’d have been able to string two words together last night.

Which brings me to The Other Thing.

I haven’t yet written what I want to say on stage tonight.


I mean, I know what I want to say, but not how I want to say it…

I guess I’ve just been occupied with my dress and shoes and travel arrangements, but as I write this now, cozy in my bed in my tiny hotel room in the biggest city in the US, reality is hitting me.


The hours of this day are going to fly by as we have so much to do.  This event starts at 6pm, but I need to be there by 4:30.

Somehow I need to get breakfast, lunch, herbs and vitamins, showering, primping, and acceptance speech writing all into that short period of time.

I can do it, I know, but it’s still just as intimidating as when I thought about writing it two months ago…

With that, I better go and attend to my many responsibilities.  As well as wake up the husband, who is somehow still asleep while I click-click-tap next to him.

Speaking of him, here’s a cute picture I took of the man in question yesterday.  What a sweetie.  🙂

He said it would be chilly in New York, so he wore a coat and grew a beard.

He said it would be chilly in New York, so he wore a coat and grew a beard.

I better get going, but I wanted to keep you all updated as much as possible because, after all, you are the reason I’m even HERE right now.

So for that, and for so many other things over the past four years:

Thank you.

Thank YOU.


Now wish me luck so I don’t fall down onstage or say vagina in my acceptance speech.  🙂


Holy. Shit.

Of course this is the busiest workday OF MY LIFE, and I really shouldn’t be posting this now, plus I don’t have the proper time to fully express how amazing this is, but here goes nothin’.

You remember that RESOLVE contest, right?  Hope Award for Best Blog?

Right, that one.

And remember how this blog was nominated for that award, along with four other COMPLETELY AMAZING bloggers with infertility stories of their own?



Because of all of you and your votes, I assume…


I’m speechless, honestly.  I’m pretty much vibrating with happiness about this.

Here I was, all set to write about how much I hate my period today, and then something like this happens to bring me back down to earth.

Shit just got real, guys.

Really real.

Thank you all so much for your votes and words of encouragement!  I could NOT have found myself here without all of you!


Stuff and Things

Hidee-ho there, neighbor-inos!

…Don’t judge me.  We’ve been discussing old TGIF programming at work lately.

Speaking of which, did you hear about THIS??  Awwwww yisssss!

Anyway, back to the Stuff and Things for which this post was created…

Firstly, the Stuff:

So, remember that one time when this little ol’ blog was nominated for a big honkin’ award?

Oh right, that’s NOW.

Today, July 17th (until midnight), is the last day to vote!  If you’re so inclined, please hop on over to the RESOLVE page and vote with every email address you have.  Please also read the other nominees’ posts, as they are fantastic entries!

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s discuss the Things:

If you’ve been in the Infertility Game for a while, you probably know all about the different online resources available for education and support.  I have a few of them singled out on my Infertility Resources page, but there are many others out there as well.

One of my favorite resources is FertilityAuthority.  The site has great informational articles, blog posts by real women with real feelings and real snark who are on this rollercoaster with us, and a really nice resource for locating a doctor or clinic in your area.  The best part about said resource is that you get connected with a real live person at FertilityAuthority, and they can help you find the best medical match in your neck of the woods.

This isn’t a sales pitch.  I hope it doesn’t sound like a sales pitch… Although if you are interested in utilizing said service, there’s a  widget in the sidebar that will notify someone over at FertilityAuthority to get in touch with you, and you can get the ball rolling right away!  So… sales pitch over, I guess.  🙂

I just love that there are organizations out there to help women going through the frustration of infertility, and FertilityAuthority is one of the best, in my opinion.

They also have a forums site called FertileThoughts, which is a great place to connect with others who are in exactly the same boat as you.  I’ve been a member for quite some time, and I’ve met some great people there!  If you’re interested in joining, there’s another badge in the sidebar to the right, and a link on the Infertility Resources page, that will link you right over.

Okay, so I told you all of that, to tell you this:

FertilityAuthority is going to be featuring this little ol’ blog as their Blog of the Week in the newsletter they put out called The Daily Shot!

WOO!  I’m excited to be featured, and even more excited to have this connection with an organization for which I have so much respect!

If you want to receive The Daily Shot newsletter (and read the Blog of the Week entry – I’ll be featured the week of July 23rd), you can click here to sign up, and to read the archives which contain a wealth of information and some fabulous featured bloggers.

So there.  Stuff and Things.  A little of this and a little of that, and a few links for good measure.

I hope there’s some information here that helps you!


Do you have any go-to websites for information, support, or blogs that we should all be reading? 

If so, please share them in the comments! 







Something has happened.

..No.  Not that.

Something else, though.

Something amazing.

Like bacon-dipped-in-Nutella amazing.

But maybe even better…

Do you remember back in April, when RESOLVE released its National Infertility Awareness Week theme for 2013, Join The Movement?

Every blogger and their infertile brother wrote a post (or posts) on their interpretation of said theme, including yours truly.

Well, the lovely folks at RESOLVE have been reading through those posts since early May, choosing their favorites and narrowing down their top five.

Top.  Five.

Out of over 130 other blogs submitted.

And guess what?

This blogger right here has been chosen as part of that group.

I am one of the top five nominees for the Hope Award for Best Blog!

I can’t even believe how amazing that is!

I’m just a girl who rants about her busted plumbing on the interwebs… I’m no one!  Nothing!

I’m just one of the barren masses!

I’m one in a whole slew of other women (and men!) doing the same thing, albeit they are expressing themselves more eloquently than I could ever aspire to do myself.

Apparently though, someone over at RESOLVE liked what I had to say… And I’m not arguing.

I’m honored and humbled and just plain happy about it.

Thank you, RESOLVE!

Now here’s the fun part, the part where you come in.

The winner of the Hope Award for Best Blog is chosen by the number of votes they receive from the public.

Voting opens Wednesday, July 10th, and one vote per email address is allowed.

Voting ends on July 17th, and the winner will be announced in August.

The winner of the Hope Award for Best Blog will win a trip to New York City to the 16th annual Night of Hope dinner in November, where they will be presented with their award in front of a big, fancy, dressed-up audience!

In New York!

An awards dinner, y’all!

Isn’t that just so fancy-schmancy you could die??

Needless to say, I’m pretty excited to be nominated, though I know that the competition is quite stiff.

The other nominees are inspiring bloggers and writers (one of them has written a book!), and I’m honored even to be on the same list with them.

I won’t pretend to be confident about my chances at this thing, but I know that I also won’t ever forget the realization that what I wrote meant something to someone; someone who thought it was worthy of sharing with the whole Infertility World, and possibly worthy of winning an amazing award.

That’s pretty terrific, right there.

And so, I am asking you, my friends, my family, my sisters of the busted pipes…

Will you vote for me?

Click here to go to the voting site, and be sure to read the other bloggers’ entries, too!

One vote per email address is allowed, and sharing of this link on social media is encouraged – any publicity for the infertile masses is a good thing, and these blog posts are the cream of the advocating crop!

Thank you all – so much – for your encouragement and support…

…And for your votes.

Because you love me.

Don’tcha?  😉

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