<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:52:37.318-05:00</updated><category term='infertility'/><category term='books'/><category term='foster/adopt'/><title type='text'>infertility reality</title><subtitle type='html'>uncensored</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1629671669740357818</id><published>2010-03-31T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:51:34.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hope springs eternal</title><content type='html'>Our journey has changed course. We are being given 14 embryos by a donor couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I am still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been to see my old RE, and I've had a check up and I am good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently working on transferring the legal possession of the embryos into our care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have my first FET cycle in the next month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited, there are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so touched by the generosity and thoughtfulness of the donors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I do keep pinching myself. This is beyond a dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1629671669740357818?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1629671669740357818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1629671669740357818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1629671669740357818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1629671669740357818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-springs-eternal.html' title='hope springs eternal'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-662667998606110050</id><published>2010-02-01T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:21:44.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>neglect</title><content type='html'>Well, thanks to Hua for the kick in the ass ;) I'd totally forgotten about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the update on my foot . . . original diagnosis was INCORRECT, I have a fractured heel, and have had since October 2008. I have been in a cast now since October 2009. Which means no exercise, which means I've gained back 7 of the 20 lbs. I lost last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only lose weight if I exercise (due to the PCOS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to report on the adoption front. The whole thing just pisses me off. Our social worker basically told us to go someplace else, even thought they are supposed to work for us for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks. They are taking more health insurance stuff away from us and charging us more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;get foot healed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a new job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move if necessary for new job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adopt!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It seems to me that money is what's keeping us from being able to adopt. It just SHOULD NOT be that way. We have a home to offer a child who does not have one. Why should that cost us $40,000???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And EVERYONE keeps asking "why don't you just adopt from Haiti?" hello? people? educate thyself! The kids in Haiti may have living relatives, if so that's who they belong with, and it could take ages to find that out. So those children in Haiti may not be available for adoption for YEARS.  Adoption is not like getting a puppy at the pound! These are HUMANS we are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done ranting and raving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hoping I'll magically get pregnant, but with 45 looming large, I fear my chance is slim to none. Or maybe someone will leave a baby in a basket on our front steps . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-662667998606110050?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/662667998606110050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=662667998606110050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/662667998606110050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/662667998606110050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2010/02/neglect.html' title='neglect'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7678118850983092461</id><published>2009-10-09T22:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:06:40.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let's get physical</title><content type='html'>Had a physical this week. Nearly a year since my last one which was for our adoption home study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothyroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin D deficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad.&lt;br /&gt;Bad.&lt;br /&gt;Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm getting a Rx for Vitamin D. Doc says what you get OTC isn't enough to make a difference so I need an Rx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also wants to put me on Lipitor (both of my parents are on cholesterol lowering meds). But. But, I ask, what happens if I get pregnant and I'm taking Lipitor? Stop taking it immediately? No. Not allowed to take it if I think I may get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm 44. My last pregnancy was 12.20.2006, with my cornual pregnancy. What do I do. Keep hoping for a miracle? Take Lipitor and give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Weight Watchers, and walking 2 miles a day in under 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my body SO against me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc says it's genetic. You can't pick your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I EVER get pregnant again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have great blood pressure. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a new body? trade this one in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, I just needed to vent and I knew you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you PCOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. AND I have to have surgery on my heel, to get rid of bone spurs that are causing plantar fasciitis. Leave without pay. Kick me while I'm down. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a very bad day. Hopefully this too shall pass. . . s o o n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7678118850983092461?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7678118850983092461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7678118850983092461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7678118850983092461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7678118850983092461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-physical.html' title='let&apos;s get physical'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1689509414804714630</id><published>2009-09-17T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:33:48.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>today I became a survivor of rape, not a victim.&lt;br /&gt;today I became a survivor of infertility, not a victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just a matter of changing my mind. who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1689509414804714630?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1689509414804714630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1689509414804714630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1689509414804714630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1689509414804714630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='September 17, 2009'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7629981489180180500</id><published>2009-09-12T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:26:00.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't wanna hear it</title><content type='html'>I'm having a very bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-two years ago next month, I was raped and beaten. This is a trauma and tragedy that should never happen to a human being. It is something I've lived with for 22 years. I told my husband before we got married because I thought he might not want me. But he did. Last month we celebrated 13 years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ten of those 13 years, we've been trying to have a baby, naturally, with infertility treatment and now through adoption. I have had three miscarriages. Infertility and miscarriages are more trauma and tragedy that no one human being should have to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to think I've had my share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend recently told me bad things happen to good people. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get past either trauma. I am in counseling for both. I have good days and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being punished. I know, I know, I'm not, but that how it FEELS. And punished by who anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't having a child part of the circle of life? My circle is broken. You are not supposed to be 44 and childless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life, day in and day out. Where is my child, why me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told my husband over and over he can leave me, because this is not the life he wanted, not what he signed up for. He's wanted children since we got married. His love for his niece is one of the things that attracted me to him. Oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken, in so many ways. I'm broken hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait. I just wait. That's all I do. It's no life for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to live a good life and contribute. What did I do to deserve this life? When is it gonna be my turn? Is it all about luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I turn the corner? how do I overcome what has happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I drive to work and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I work and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I drive home and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I take a shower and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I cook dinner and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I pay bills and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth and wonder where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep wondering where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I if not someone's mom. It's just not natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I will go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7629981489180180500?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7629981489180180500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7629981489180180500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7629981489180180500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7629981489180180500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-dont-wanna-hear-it.html' title='you don&apos;t wanna hear it'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4961467051245743667</id><published>2009-06-24T12:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:54:22.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>44 and without child</title><content type='html'>The natural progression of things is to get married and have kids. Usually one is in their 20s or 30s when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing so, one's focus turns from one's self to one's child or children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 44, and still without child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My focus should have turned from myself to my child many years ago. I'm not normal. I have nothing to focus on but my self and my husband and our marriage and the fact that we are without child. This is not normal at 44. I should have been focusing on my child for the past 10 years or so. I've gone way past the sell-by date. I've just figured this out. And it explains a lot of things about me. And it's forced me to wonder what will motherhood be like for me, should I ever be blessed with a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was this age when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will we save for retirement when our child is going to college when we are 60-something. Will I EVER retire? And the longer this goes on, my life without child, the more I want to be a stay at home mom, but infertility treatment (that DIDN'T even work) will prevent that. We took out a second on the house to pay for non-insured, unsuccessful infertility treatment and will be paying for that for years to come. An additional car payment with nothing to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still live like college students, because every extra penny has gone into TRYING to have a family. We've skipped years of holidays to try to have a family. I'm starting to realize all the things we've missed while waiting to have a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I expecting - when I do have a child and a family. I do not expect it to be perfect and to be visited by the bluebird of happiness on a daily basis. I'm pretty sure our child won't be healthy, at this point, that just seems like too much to ask for. So I've been preparing myself for this child, the child that is not perfect, not that any are, maybe I should say the child that is not healthy? 10 fingers, 10 toes. What every pregnant mom dreams of. How come I feel like I'm not allowed to dream of that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I feel like I'm being punished. But I have no idea what I did wrong. Lucinda Bassett would say this is "magical thinking." Usually people use magical thinking to think of good things happening to good people because they are good. But I just keep asking what I did wrong, where did I make the wrong turn. How did I get here, 44 and without child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started TTC when I was 34, 10 years ago. Never in a million years did I imagine I'd end up here, 44 and without child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one should end up 44 and without child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond ready for my focus to change from me to my child. And that worries me too. Will my child be a spoiled rotten brat?!?!? Oh I hope not. I just want to raise a good little person who will contribute to the greater good. That is what I have tried to do, all these years, I've tried to contribute to the greater good. So why this punishment. Why why why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why, 44 and without child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4961467051245743667?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4961467051245743667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4961467051245743667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4961467051245743667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4961467051245743667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/44-and-without-child.html' title='44 and without child'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6588317715450959849</id><published>2009-06-17T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:37:59.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 or 10</title><content type='html'>I feel like we've been waiting  F O R E V E R  to adopt. I count from the day we decided to adopt last July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our social worker says we can only count from the date our home study was finalized because prior to that we were not eligible to adopt. phooey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the 8 plus years before that when we were TTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just has been  F O R E V E R  and I'm SO ready to be a mom. WHERE IS MY CHILD?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some days I just GOTTA let it out...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6588317715450959849?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6588317715450959849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6588317715450959849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6588317715450959849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6588317715450959849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-or-11.html' title='5 or 10'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-3778662340803993849</id><published>2009-06-13T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:32:58.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Mother Am I</title><content type='html'>I started this post on my A Family is Born blog while intended it for this blog. *sigh* such is life. I still haven't written it yet but when I do it will be here not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-3778662340803993849?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3778662340803993849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=3778662340803993849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3778662340803993849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3778662340803993849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/whose-mother-am-i.html' title='Whose Mother Am I'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8325943599624123937</id><published>2009-06-13T22:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:31:34.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Maybe Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SjRlmQk4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/HYv29KMKxnA/s1600-h/35514325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SjRlmQk4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/HYv29KMKxnA/s320/35514325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347010365554714546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for a book called &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Waiting-for-Daisy/Peggy-Orenstein/e/9781596912106/?itm=1"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Waiting-for-Daisy/Peggy-Orenstein/e/9781596912106/?itm=1"&gt;Waiting for Daisy: A Tale of Two Continents, Three Religions, Five Infertility Doctors, an Oscar, an Atomic Bomb, a Romantic Night, and One Woman's Quest to Become a Mother"&lt;/a&gt; (deep breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I came across this one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Maybe-Baby/Lori-Leibovich/e/9780060737825/?itm=1"&gt;"Maybe Baby : 28 Writers Tell the Truth about Skepticism, Infertility, Baby Lust, Childlessness, Ambivalence, and how They Made the Biggest Decision of Their Lives"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SjRkA1Fz1UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/v9cYlNii4NY/s1600-h/15331334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SjRkA1Fz1UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/v9cYlNii4NY/s320/15331334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347008623009846594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Maybe-Baby/Lori-Leibovich/e/9780060737825/?itm=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Has anyone read either? I physically went to Barnes and Noble AND Borders and NEITHER had "Waiting for Daisy" good grief! I did end up buying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SjRma5EfKtI/AAAAAAAAAfk/jLELGCmVAAY/s1600-h/34520664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SjRma5EfKtI/AAAAAAAAAfk/jLELGCmVAAY/s320/34520664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347011269777894098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Somebody-Elses-Daughter/Elizabeth-Brundage/e/9780452295377/?itm=2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Somebody-Elses-Daughter/Elizabeth-Brundage/e/9780452295377/?itm=2"&gt;"Someone Else's Daughter"&lt;/a&gt;  I'll report back on this one.&lt;br /&gt;6.24.09 update: not liking this one, didn't realize it was a "thriller" . . .  put it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="parseasinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8325943599624123937?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8325943599624123937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8325943599624123937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8325943599624123937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8325943599624123937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-baby.html' title='Maybe Baby'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SjRlmQk4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/HYv29KMKxnA/s72-c/35514325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1171505841614967218</id><published>2009-06-08T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:54:06.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years?</title><content type='html'>NINE YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go? I'm just realizing (after recovering from an 8+ year anxiety/depression stuper) that we've lost 9 years of our lives waiting for our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real vacation we've had in that time is a trip to England to visit my inlaws. Now we are panicking thinking we may never have the chance to go on a relaxing vacation together, just us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years we lived month to month waiting for a pregnancy, and waiting for a pregnancy to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting takes a lot of time and energy, so much else, that I'm just realizing I haven't done anything for nine years but work and wait. This is not good for anyone's sanity, no wonder I ended up with severe anxiety and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told one to two years to adopt, and our one year is almost up, I think that's why I'm panicking. Because I'm feeling we MUST be closer to having a child and being a family. And then yes, everything will be about the child. So right now, we feel like we need to do stuff for us, if that makes any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now we are like, where could we go for just four days. We looked at a place 2 hours away and it was gonna be $1000 for TWO NIGHTS, yes, THREE zeros. So then we were like, what about an all-inclusive place, just get away and relax. Those are just WAY out of our price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm like what are we thinking. We could have to go across the country more than once to meet a child before we adopt, we can't go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, life on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have this problem? How did/do you deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1171505841614967218?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1171505841614967218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1171505841614967218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1171505841614967218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1171505841614967218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-years.html' title='9 years?'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1056370173600247606</id><published>2009-06-04T21:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:12:08.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>think before you speak</title><content type='html'>When people hear we are waiting to adopt, the reactions vary. But, quite often I get a little mini-lecture on why I don't want a girl or why I don't want a boy. What in the world?!?! People please, do you really not recognize the blessing that each and every child is?  O M G !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do occasionally get the mini-lecture on why I do want a girl or boy, but these are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the ever-present "you can have mine" response, to which I always answer "OK!" This REALLY catches people off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why why why do people feel the need to tell me why I don't want children, would they do that to a pregnant woman? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1056370173600247606?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1056370173600247606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1056370173600247606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1056370173600247606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1056370173600247606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-before-you-speak.html' title='think before you speak'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6789676463669752721</id><published>2009-06-03T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:16:26.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitching post</title><content type='html'>Alrighty then, I contacted our social worker yesterday to find out the status of the 12 kids I have identified. I was prompted to do so because I received an email from one of the kid's social workers saying that they were no longer accepting home studies. Hmmmm. Our home study was supposed to have been sent weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, I said I emailed our social to inquire about the status. In the mean time I called the above mentioned social worker to see if she'd received our home study. She had not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called another child's social worker, same thing, she had not received our home study report and they we not longer taking home study reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I email our social worker again (emailing because I'm at work and should probably be working).  She proceeds to tell me that I've sent her so many emails she hasn't been able to keep up. I remind her that she said that 2 weeks ago so I sent her my spreadsheet that lists the kids names, ages, states, any contact info. I also asked her if she needed anything from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday she says maybe we should have a plan. Um, you are a social worker, haven't you done this before? This is my first adoption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she admits that she hasn't been sending out home studies for all the kids I've identified. aaarrrrggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she "may have lost track."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot change social workers because that means we'd have to do another home study - back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6789676463669752721?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6789676463669752721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6789676463669752721&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6789676463669752721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6789676463669752721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitching-post.html' title='the bitching post'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8993318574438502697</id><published>2009-06-02T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:44:55.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster/adopt'/><title type='text'>not our kids</title><content type='html'>Found out today that our social worker has not been sending our home study report out as we've requested. 9 of 12 kids have been adopted, and we weren't even considered because the kid's social workers never received our home study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond frustrated. We cannot switch social workers because that would mean a new home study and another $3,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was being thorough. I have a spreadsheet (yes, I'm THAT kind of girl) with all the kids, their ages, states, date I inquired and date I signed a release for our social worker to send our home study report.  Sent our social worker a copy of t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8993318574438502697?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8993318574438502697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8993318574438502697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8993318574438502697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8993318574438502697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-our-kids.html' title='not our kids'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6275809970326101623</id><published>2009-06-01T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:59:06.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sadly, no grant for us</title><content type='html'>The couples who were awarded adoption grants from helpusadopt.org were announced today. Unfortunately we are not one of them. There were 300 applications, requesting a total of over $3 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are a lot of couples who need the grant more than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to search for our child, and find a way to make it all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot apply for the same grant again until next April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6275809970326101623?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6275809970326101623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6275809970326101623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6275809970326101623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6275809970326101623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/sadly-no-grant-for-us.html' title='sadly, no grant for us'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6599159452106169891</id><published>2009-05-31T14:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:43:35.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>Silent Sorority</title><content type='html'>Haven't read it, but thought some of my readers might wanna check it out. I'll let you know if I read it, you let me know if you've read it!  But right now I'm trying "non research" reading ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SiLMlf2JspI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H63V5Zt-8zw/s1600-h/cover4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SiLMlf2JspI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H63V5Zt-8zw/s320/cover4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342057052590682770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:6;"  &gt;Silent Sorority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A (Barren) Woman Gets Busy, Angry, Lost and Found&lt;br /&gt;by Pamela Mahoney Tsigdinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About the Book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="924525621-20032009"&gt;What happens when a couple can't conceive after years of trying? What awaits two people who want to be parents, as they move away from the fertility treatment/adoption/mommy-and-daddy track? With humor, poignancy, and grace, &lt;i&gt;Silent Sorority&lt;/i&gt; sheds light on the lasting impact infertility has on relationships, identity, and planning for the future. Pamela reveals what it's like to be a “non-mom” in an era dominated by Mom's Clubs and helicopter parents. Along the way, she discovers a welcoming sisterhood whose nurturing fellowship provide the foundation for a rebirth. This is the story of how a (barren) woman gets busy, angry, lost and found&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6599159452106169891?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.silentsorority.com/Home_Page.html' title='Silent Sorority'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6599159452106169891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6599159452106169891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6599159452106169891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6599159452106169891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/silent-sorority.html' title='Silent Sorority'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SiLMlf2JspI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H63V5Zt-8zw/s72-c/cover4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8174530143268867083</id><published>2009-05-29T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:17:03.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope someone understands</title><content type='html'>It's not about infertility or adoption, it's a book, just for reading. I haven't read a book in years. I've been doing research reading for the past nine years. I couldn't even tell you the last book I read that was not about infertility or adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading “My Sister’s Keeper” by Jodi Picoult, maybe you've heard of it or seen that it's being made into a movie, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For every person who gets,&lt;br /&gt;there’s someone who must give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is kind of how I feel about adoption, our adoption. For us to have a child, someone must give one. And there is a certain sadness in that, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone will understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8174530143268867083?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8174530143268867083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8174530143268867083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8174530143268867083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8174530143268867083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-someone-understands.html' title='i hope someone understands'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6884830181661038126</id><published>2009-05-28T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:18:39.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my blog and i'll cry if i want to</title><content type='html'>Ok, I need to get this off my chest and I obviously cannot do it on my "A Family is Born" blog because that's my censored blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a very difficult time. We are waiting to adopt. We have been waiting to be parents for  just shy of NINE years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people keep telling me adoption is not about me, it's all about the child. Adoption is not for me, it's for the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoption would not be possible without adoptive parents, the people who want to have a child, be a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason they call it the adoption triad: 1. the birth mom, 2. the baby or child and 3. the adoptive parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just really frustrating me, mostly on Twitter where I occasionally get slammed for wishing my wait was not so long. What is wrong with that? May I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a mom! Why are there people out there trying to make me feel guilty about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to offend anyone, anywhere. I have tried very hard to learn about and understand the other side of adoption: the women who make a plan for their children, and the children who end up in foster care. I think some should try to learn about and understand more about those who choose to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thank you for letting me vent.&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6884830181661038126?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6884830181661038126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6884830181661038126&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6884830181661038126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6884830181661038126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-my-blog-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='it&apos;s my blog and i&apos;ll cry if i want to'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5201755727793026835</id><published>2009-05-24T17:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:45:29.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>can't get it outta my head!</title><content type='html'>First comes love&lt;br /&gt;Then comes marriage&lt;br /&gt;Then comes an empty baby carriage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5201755727793026835?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5201755727793026835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5201755727793026835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5201755727793026835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5201755727793026835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-get-it-outta-my-head.html' title='can&apos;t get it outta my head!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7532874640737402025</id><published>2009-05-18T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:43:35.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>Infertility and IVF: A Womb with a View</title><content type='html'>from Williamsburg Yorktown Daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="article_title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="article_title"&gt;Infertility and IVF: A Womb with a View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:doctorj@wydaily.com" target="_blank"&gt;Dr. John Janousek, M.D.&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postdate"&gt;Posted: &lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="article_body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prior to medical school I worked in reproductive medical labs performing in-vitro fertilization, or IVF. I was an embryologist, the one who joined the egg and sperm together in petri dishes to form human embryos. I saw firsthand the anguish of couples who suffered from infertility and the joy when “miracle babies” were born from assisted reproductive technologies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The usual course of life for most couples is dating, marriage, then children, and when they cannot become pregnant everything changes.  There is terrific emotional stress, feelings of guilt and worthlessness, depression, and frequently marital discord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Infertility treatments have become very advanced and more successful.  IVF has come a long way since the first American baby, Elizabeth Carr, was born 27 years ago after her mother was treated by Drs. Howard and Georgiana Jones here in Hampton Roads at EVMS in Norfolk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is infertility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Infertility is defined as the inability to get pregnant after trying for at least one year. Women who have repeated miscarriages are also infertile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the steps in becoming pregnant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An egg must be released from a follicle on an ovary (ovulation), and must enter one of the fallopian tubes leading to the uterus. Sperm must be present to fertilize the egg along this journey. Finally, the fertilized egg (embryo) must attach to the walls of the uterus.  Conditions that interfere with any of these steps can cause infertility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How common is infertility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Very common. About 12% of women have trouble becoming pregnant.  In couples, about 1/3 of the time it is a female factor, 1/3 are male factors, and 1/3 are a combination or unknown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the causes of infertility in women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The most common cause is a problem with ovulation (commonly hormonal).  Other causes include blocked fallopian tubes (from pelvic inflammatory disease, endometriosis, or surgery), uterine problems such as a bicornuate uterus (2 compartments) and fibroids. Advanced maternal age decreases fertility as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are causes of infertility in men?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men produce too few sperm or even none at all. Others have sperm which have an abnormal shape or impaired ability to move (motility problems). Other sperm appear normal on microscopic exam, but for biochemical reasons cannot penetrate the egg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying, but no baby; what next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ok, a couple has been trying for a year to become pregnant without success.  What are the next steps? The couple should get an appointment with a gynecologist who has experience in infertility treatment. A woman can contact her gynecologist to ask about an infertility work up or a referral.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are some of the steps in infertility testing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To test ovulation, a woman can check her basal body temperature every morning, check her cervical mucus texture, or use a home ovulation test kit. Blood work and ultrasounds can also be performed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A hysterosalpingogram (HSG) is used to check for blockages in the fallopian tubes. Dye is injected through the vagina into the uterus, and fluoroscopy (continuous x ray) enables the physician to watch its passage. Laparoscopy (surgery) involves insertion of a fiberoptic scope through the skin into the pelvic area to directly visualize the reproductive organs. This is also the definitive method to diagnose endometriosis (abnormal location of cells from the lining of the uterus).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men typically have a semen analysis done, and they can be referred to an urologist for further evaluation. Some conditions such as a hydrocele (swollen blood vein) may require a minor surgery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are some infertility treatments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Infertility medications are given to women to help them ovulate and to mature and release more eggs from multiple follicles which increases the chance of conception. Artificial insemination involves washing and concentrating a sperm sample with injection into the uterus. Treatments are targeted at overcoming the specific problems identified (see steps in becoming pregnant above). Assisted Reproductive Technology (ART) refers to more advanced treatments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are some types of ART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IVF refers to joining of the egg and sperm with fertilization outside of the body, in a special type of petri dish containing specific culture media. The woman is given hormone injections causing the ovaries to produce many eggs. When the eggs are mature, they are removed usually by needle aspiration and joined with the sperm in the lab. Embryos are replaced through a catheter inserted through the cervix into the uterus about 3-5 days later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonesinstitute.org/" target="_blank"&gt;The Jones Institute’s&lt;/a&gt; clinical pregnancy rate per embryo transfer procedure is about 43%. Nationwide in the best clinics, there is about 22-32% “take home baby rate” per transfer; this takes into account miscarriages and ectopic (tubal) pregnancies. The CDC has a &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/ART/"&gt;good site about ART&lt;/a&gt; with data from all reporting programs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intracytoplasmic sperm injection (ICSI) is used to overcome sperm problems, and involves using a microscope and special tiny needles to inject a single sperm directly into an egg without harming it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working as an embryologist was a very interesting and rewarding job for me, although I always worried about dropping the small petri dishes containing human embryos (never happened). The patients were incredibly thankful when the process worked (but of course the doctor got all the credit).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember a party I attended at that time, where a woman found out what I did for work.  She began telling me loudly and in detail all about her husband’s low sperm count and the problems they had conceiving. The poor fellow was standing there trying to shrink into the wood work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember, infertility is a common problem that can be treated, although even now many couples are not successful. About 85% are treated medically or surgically with only about 5-10% progressing to the point of needing IVF or other ART.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Infertile couples need plenty of emotional support as the inability to produce children is a huge stressor. Sexual union, instead of being an act of love turns into a mechanical process of trying to achieve the elusive goal of pregnancy, with each menstruation bringing on feelings of failure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good news: There are a lot of treatment options and we have one of the world’s best infertility centers close by in Norfolk at the Jones Institute. Also, let’s keep in mind another option: adoption; some of the area’s greatest people were adopted, namely ME!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; This does not take the place of regular medical care, and is not a complete review of any medical conditions. Consult with a physician before any treatment or taking any medications. Seek medical attention immediately for any serious symptoms, or call 911. No current or local patients have been referenced, so any resemblance is purely coincidental.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postdate"&gt;&lt;span class="article_body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7532874640737402025?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wydaily.com/2400/Infertility-and-IVF:-A-Womb-with-a-View.html' title='Infertility and IVF: A Womb with a View'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7532874640737402025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7532874640737402025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7532874640737402025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7532874640737402025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/infertility-and-ivf-womb-with-view.html' title='Infertility and IVF: A Womb with a View'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8828370574944878852</id><published>2009-05-15T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:42:52.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Capri by Colbie Calillat</title><content type='html'>She's got a baby inside&lt;br /&gt;And holds her belly tight&lt;br /&gt;All through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just so she knows&lt;br /&gt;She's sleeping so&lt;br /&gt;Safely to keep&lt;br /&gt;Her growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when she'll open her eyes&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no surprise&lt;br /&gt;She'll grow to be&lt;br /&gt;so beautifully&lt;br /&gt;just like her mother&lt;br /&gt;that's carrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;She's beauty&lt;br /&gt;Baby inside She's loving&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;She's Beauty&lt;br /&gt;there is an angel growing peacefully&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be hard at times&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned to try&lt;br /&gt;just listening&lt;br /&gt;patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;She's Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Baby inside she's loving&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;you're beauty&lt;br /&gt;Just like your mother&lt;br /&gt;that's carrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Capri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8828370574944878852?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8828370574944878852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8828370574944878852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8828370574944878852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8828370574944878852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/capri-by-colbie-calillat.html' title='Capri by Colbie Calillat'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-427191890744727308</id><published>2009-05-14T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:32:53.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh and</title><content type='html'>We are being considered as APs for two brothers, age 3 and 4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again. I tolja it was a roller coaster ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time's the charm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross E V E R Y T H I N G !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-427191890744727308?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/427191890744727308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=427191890744727308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/427191890744727308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/427191890744727308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-and.html' title='oh and'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2893626056732808194</id><published>2009-05-14T14:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:29:59.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting on the potty this morning</title><content type='html'>(It's where I do some of my best thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me that I've let go of the hope of having a biological child. Don't despair dear reader, this is NOT a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. I'm at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when it happened, all I can tell you is that it's happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2893626056732808194?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2893626056732808194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2893626056732808194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2893626056732808194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2893626056732808194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/sitting-on-potty-this-morning.html' title='sitting on the potty this morning'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5093927183573259218</id><published>2009-05-13T15:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:19:58.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>I feel like Tara on the Biggest Loser (2009 season): take what you can from me, learn from me.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm talking about infertility and adoption :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5093927183573259218?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5093927183573259218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5093927183573259218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5093927183573259218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5093927183573259218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/biggest-loser.html' title='the Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-122391011053032318</id><published>2009-05-13T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:43:35.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>infertility journey vs. adoption journey</title><content type='html'>I hadn't realized how similar my adoption journey would be to my infertility journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With infertility we thought for years our problem was getting pregnant. We overcame that only to learn I'd have a problem staying pregnant. Three miscarriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the decision to adopt after my bout of severe depression due to feeling less than human because I cannot have children. I don't know anyone else like me (in real life). Everyone I know who's wanted children, had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We completed our home study in record time. I don't think either of us realized how agonizing waiting to be matched with a birthmom or child would be. Waiting, waiting and more waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both journeys are roller coasters. Life had prepared me for neither. I assumed from a very young age I'd get married and have babies, like anyone else. It didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my child.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-122391011053032318?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/122391011053032318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=122391011053032318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/122391011053032318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/122391011053032318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/infertility-journey-vs-adoption-journey.html' title='infertility journey vs. adoption journey'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-685582554541594277</id><published>2009-05-06T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:11:53.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eharmony for adoption</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish there was an eharmony.com for adoption. Birth moms could enter what they are hoping for in adoptive parents and adoptive parents could enter what they are hoping for in a baby/child. And BOOM, here are your matches. Of course this service would be FREE to all involved because it's not about the money, it's about the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-685582554541594277?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/685582554541594277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=685582554541594277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/685582554541594277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/685582554541594277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/eharmony-for-adoption.html' title='eharmony for adoption'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5075445257895338844</id><published>2009-05-06T20:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:22:51.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is there such a thing as "too sensitive?"</title><content type='html'>I got so attached to the 3 kids in a matter of days, I already thought of my iPod as the kid's iPod and of dishes and glasses as broken, I saw car seats in the back of my Jeep and bunk beds in the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I take this journey and not open my heart to each opportunity. One thing I've learned from Lucinda Bassett is that I have a certain personality (yes prone to anxiety) but also I am sensitive, creative, analytical among other things. Sensitive, it's normal to be sensitive. Usually I hear "too" in front of sensitive as in "You are too sensitive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning that there is nothing wrong with being sensitive. It is part of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to get attached to each child that comes our way. And when they don't become part of our family I will be broken hearted. But now that I've learned this about myself, I am working on over coming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already looking ahead to the next possibility of a child.  One situation will be perfect. I'm starting to think that adoption is kinda like falling in love. You have to kiss a few frogs before you meet your prince or princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prince and/or princess is out there, I just hope they find us soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5075445257895338844?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5075445257895338844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5075445257895338844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5075445257895338844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5075445257895338844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-there-such-think-as-too-sensitive.html' title='is there such a thing as &quot;too sensitive?&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7295764925667245470</id><published>2009-05-06T20:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:55:55.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>while I wait</title><content type='html'>Ok, yes, much like infertility, adoption IS a roller coaster. So while I wait I've decided to try to accomplish a few things while I still have "me time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined WeightWatchers - lose weight so I can improve my health and be around longer for my kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start using ProActive - my dear friend Angie turned me on to this stuff (she gave me hers to try - what a great friend!). I have PCOS which causes me to be overweight and have acne, maybe I can get both under control before I'm a mom so I won't be an embarrassment to my kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recovering from Anxiety &amp;amp; Depression - I've been seeing a LCSW since last summer when I had my bout with "severe depression" and she turned me on to Lucinda Bassett and her stress and anxiety program. I am 10 weeks in to the 15-week program and I must say I'm feeling like a new woman. Less anxiety, pretty much no depression except for a few moments yesterday when the kids were returned to an abusive mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to help educate others about infertility and adoption.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If you can think of anything else I can do with my time (besides work full-time + and freelance and blog) please feel free to chime in! I'm open to suggestions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7295764925667245470?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7295764925667245470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7295764925667245470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7295764925667245470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7295764925667245470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-i-wait.html' title='while I wait'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6904932457309680963</id><published>2009-05-05T14:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:45:11.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>infertility revisited</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my BFF Ang... (we met while both having IUI, her's was successful and she had a BEAUTIFUL 2 year old). Anyway, people have started asking when are they gonna have another??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? This is giving us total infertility I flashbacks, you know, when everyone asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;why don't you get drunk?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why don't you relax?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why don't you go on vacation?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why don't you "just" adopt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why are you trying to hard?...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I could go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems there is a phase two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;when are you going to have another one?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief people. Try to understand infertility and what Ang when through to have ONE child. It wasn't a party. She feels happy and blessed with one. Why don't some people get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just human nature and we are being too hard on people. I don't know, but I wanted to vent on Angie's behalf :) isn't that what best friends are for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya Ang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6904932457309680963?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6904932457309680963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6904932457309680963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6904932457309680963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6904932457309680963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/infertility-revisited.html' title='infertility revisited'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4145748559840550150</id><published>2009-05-05T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:31:47.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>final on 3 siblings</title><content type='html'>This morning, tired of waiting, I called the kid's social worker directly to ask if we were even being considered as a family for the three kids, or even for the twins if abusive foster/adopt mom got custody of the 6 yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said yes, we were one of three families being considered. And in fact the case was in court and her supervisor was there. She'd call me when she knew something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later she called me back, crying, to say the judge has returned ALL THEE to the custody of the abusive foster/adopt mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated, and broken hearted, broken hearted for those kids, being sent back into a bad situation. Who would do that? Yes, sad for us too, but more so for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to search, our kids are out there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so sensitive, too sensitive, I get SO hopeful and then "BAM" in the gut. I feel as if I've had another miscarriage today. It's a sad sad day for 3 little people and 2 big ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4145748559840550150?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4145748559840550150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4145748559840550150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4145748559840550150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4145748559840550150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-on-3-siblings.html' title='final on 3 siblings'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2439754233324499428</id><published>2009-05-02T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:35:31.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update on 3 siblings</title><content type='html'>Thursday our SW called to say that the foster mom who bit the 4-year-old girl is fighting to keep the 6-year=old boy. Seems she never wanted the little girl and so she has been neglected for the past 15 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth parent's parental rights were given up at the birth of the twins. Haven't learned why yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last foster mom is single and was in a foster to adopt situation. Our SW says because of this she has very little legal rights, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the case will have to go to court. The kids will remain in temporary foster care until the court case is settled. Our SW says the kid's SW may start to interview families in the mean time. But now there is no way of knowing how long it could all take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep you posted, but SW said we shouldn't expect to hear anything for the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked in to pre-school for the twins (did I already say that in my previous post??) and the 6-year-old can go to my parent's house after school until school is out in June. Then I would probably take some of my "maternity leave" spread it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our SW has not said anything about us needing to take classes, just an interview/home visit from the kid's SW at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other families being considered, but we don't know how many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth does one keep from getting involved (emotionally) in each opportunity that comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be successful you must accept all challenges that come your way. You can't just accept the ones you like.  —Johan Bruyneel (Lance Armstrong's trainer and friend, via Twitter today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted. Thanks for the kind thoughts and support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2439754233324499428?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2439754233324499428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2439754233324499428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2439754233324499428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2439754233324499428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-3-siblings.html' title='update on 3 siblings'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1124401700353012396</id><published>2009-04-30T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:34:26.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>are these my kids</title><content type='html'>Got a call from our SW yesterday asking if we are interested in a sibling group of three. Don't know where if came from but I said YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One 6-year-old boy, and 4-year-old boy/girl twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a foster to adopt situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth parents rights were terminated when the twins were born. They have been in foster care as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 15-18 months they have been with a single mom who was planning to foster/adopt all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three were removed from her care recently when she bit the little girl, trying to teach her not to bite. Seems it was a pretty bad bite and preschool reported it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never wanted the little girl, just the boys, so the little girl has been neglected. All three suffer from anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are being considered as foster to adopt parents. Never thought we'd consider three and couldn't understand why SW would call us with this situation. She explained that with foster to adopt, we'd receive a stipend for each child until age 18, no matter when adoption is finalized. Also, each child would receive medicaid until adoption is finalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have looked into preschool for the twins, and the 6-year-old could go to my parent's house after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd researched car seats and which would fit three in our Jeep Liberty. Depending on the weight of the twins, they might be able to sit in booster seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be prepared if we are interviewed, I want to have the answer for how will you manage with three children when you've never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have opened my heart to these three kids. I've not seen a photo, but I do know their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer from anxiety as do these kids. I am in recovery. I feel I could help them due to my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help wondering: are these my kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you are wondering why I'm posting this hear and not on my adoption journey blog, it's because some family and friends don't want to know until something's almost final, but I feel the need to blog about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I was so intent on a newborn, but it's not that I changed my mind, it's that I changed my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1124401700353012396?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1124401700353012396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1124401700353012396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1124401700353012396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1124401700353012396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-these-my-kids.html' title='are these my kids'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6172753564723800689</id><published>2009-04-30T20:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:38:33.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane, stop this crazy thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ttc (8.2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clomid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clomid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clomid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clomid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clomid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clomid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clomid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop clomid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;miscarriage (2005)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;miscarriage (2005)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PCOS (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Follistim and IUI - failed (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follistim and IUI - failed (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follistim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follistim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follistim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follistim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stopped Follistim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;miscarriage (11.2006)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;low ovarian reserve (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;severe depression (6.2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give up all hope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decide to adopt (8.2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home visit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home study approval (12.24.08)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;birth mom reviews our profile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not chosen (4.2009)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;considered for foster to adopting a sib group of THREE (4.29.09)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;judge ruled 3 sibs be returned to the abusive foster/adopt mom (5.5.09) ugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6172753564723800689?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6172753564723800689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6172753564723800689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6172753564723800689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6172753564723800689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/jane-stop-this-crazy-thing.html' title='Jane, stop this crazy thing'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-3463373900489703368</id><published>2009-04-23T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:48:55.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not chosen</title><content type='html'>just got the word that we were not chosen to be adoptive parents of the baby due April 30. she did choose someone, out of 175. i thought she'd end up keeping the baby at this point, so close to due date. i am guessing she is having a very difficult time with her decision. i can only imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-3463373900489703368?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3463373900489703368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=3463373900489703368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3463373900489703368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3463373900489703368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-chosen.html' title='not chosen'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4496113629864885958</id><published>2009-04-22T14:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:45:58.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PS to 44 today</title><content type='html'>Do you have ANY idea how loud the biological clock ticks at 44?!?!? I think I'm goin DEAF!!! whadidja say?    LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least I still have my sense of humor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4496113629864885958?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4496113629864885958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4496113629864885958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4496113629864885958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4496113629864885958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/ps-to-44-today.html' title='PS to 44 today'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2925270840810799910</id><published>2009-04-22T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:04:58.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the r house</title><content type='html'>Found Mrs. R on Twitter (yes, I Twitter as waiting2adopt). So far, I'm loving her. She has adopted 2. She has some GREAT posts, I highly recommend you check her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;the r house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2925270840810799910?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://therhouse.blogspot.com/' title='the r house'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2925270840810799910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2925270840810799910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2925270840810799910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2925270840810799910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/r-house.html' title='the r house'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7861978976412262558</id><published>2009-04-22T12:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:44:32.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>44 today</title><content type='html'>It's been 9 months since we started the home study. I really thought we'd have a baby by my 44th  birthday. I'm always thinking "I'll be 54 when my child is 10, and 64 when they are 20, will I be around to see any grandchildren?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY BABY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7861978976412262558?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7861978976412262558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7861978976412262558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7861978976412262558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7861978976412262558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/44-today.html' title='44 today'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-839855679257842020</id><published>2009-04-19T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:57:37.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my goodness</title><content type='html'>So we are STILL waiting to hear a decision from the birth mom who is due on April 30. Friday I called and spoke to her attorney's secretary who told me the birth mom has not made a decision yet. She asked for my phone number and said she'd see what she could find out and call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later the ATTORNEY called me back and said "I hear you have some good news for me?" and I was like "WHAT?!" and he repeated it and is said "are you telling me YOU have GOOD news for me????" I was FREAKING OUT at this point. So I say "wait a minute, I'm called earlier to find out if the birth mom due on April 30 has made a decision." He says "Oh. I had you confused with someone else." I wanted to PUKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up telling me she has a list of 10-12 potential couples but he didn't have that list at hand and could not tell me if we are on it. He also said she if having a difficult time making a decision at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a FRUSTRATING phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK before you call someone, KNOW who you are talking to. It's a person's future you are messing with here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-839855679257842020?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/839855679257842020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=839855679257842020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/839855679257842020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/839855679257842020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-goodness.html' title='oh my goodness'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-607545493361721499</id><published>2009-04-06T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:48:57.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still in it!</title><content type='html'>I called the birth mom's attorney again (see previous posts such as Alicia and Stephanie made me do it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth mom has not picked any profiles yet, she is still planning to have her baby adopted, we are still in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep those fingers, toes and eyes crossed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't started the "waiting" portion of adoption yet , it's much worse than waiting for a call back after a job interview when you are unemployeed. Times that by like 1,000...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-607545493361721499?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/607545493361721499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=607545493361721499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/607545493361721499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/607545493361721499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-in-it.html' title='still in it!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6537656781610645058</id><published>2009-04-05T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:43:35.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>the best part of infertility</title><content type='html'>Yes, there is a good part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After struggling with infertility by myself for six years, I joined &lt;a href="http://forums.fertilitycommunity.com/"&gt;Fertility Forums&lt;/a&gt; in 2006. Finally, I met other women suffering with infertility too. It was great to know I was not alone. It was great to met women who knew what I was going through, who knew what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 2006, I met Angie and Robin. The three of us were all having IUI procedures and quickly bonded. We each live in a different state and in 2006, we were all over 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report, Angie and Robin have been successful with their fertility treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even happier to report that I am spending 4 days this week with Angie, her husband and their 2-year-old daughter!!! Because of the distance, I am flying, and because Angie knows we are saving money to pay for adoption, she paid for my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best gift I've ever had. Thank you Angie, I am extremely grateful and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated 4.6.09: Check this out &lt;a href="http://the-snooch.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-special.html"&gt;The Snooch's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6537656781610645058?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6537656781610645058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6537656781610645058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6537656781610645058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6537656781610645058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-part-of-infertility.html' title='the best part of infertility'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5448896158959353454</id><published>2009-03-30T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:23:40.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha's story</title><content type='html'>I've just posted 4 posts about Natasha and her story. Again, part of my quest to understand the other side of adoption, the birth mom's side. And I wanted to share it with you. I've also posted it on my "unplanned pregnancy" blog hoping it will help some birth mom's struggling with their plans for their unborn baby. But I thought some of you would like to read about Natasha as well. Watch the video last. Or at least watch the video if you don't read the other three posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cyber friend sent me the link to the video. I wanted to know more, so I researched and found Natasha's entire story. My friend, like me, is waiting to be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Get the tissues ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5448896158959353454?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5448896158959353454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5448896158959353454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5448896158959353454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5448896158959353454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/natashas-story.html' title='Natasha&apos;s story'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4959769806180381468</id><published>2009-03-30T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:18:47.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 of 4 - Natasha's video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.billingsgazette.net/multimedia/interactive/?id=2330"&gt;'He deserves more'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4959769806180381468?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.billingsgazette.net/multimedia/interactive/?id=2330' title='#4 of 4 - Natasha&apos;s video'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4959769806180381468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4959769806180381468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4959769806180381468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4959769806180381468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-of-4-natashas-video.html' title='#4 of 4 - Natasha&apos;s video'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2681968924536969533</id><published>2009-03-30T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:17:53.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 of 4 - Natasha's Story: The end and a beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storyhead"&gt; &lt;div class="subhead"&gt; Huntley teen delivers baby boy, says goodbye&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Laura Tode of the Gazette Staff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="byline"&gt;Published on Sunday, February 01, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Last modified on 2/1/2009 at 12:57 am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Today's story is the third in an occasional series that followed the journey of a teenage girl through pregnancy. Natasha Batt, 17, found out she was pregnant in July and gave birth Jan. 21. She decided to place the baby - a boy - for adoption and selected a couple from Wyoming to be parents. She has found comfort and support from family and friends, especially from her mother, who as a teenager also placed a baby for adoption. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months, Natasha Batt put life on hold, dodged prying questions and endured being the target of gossip. When the day the 17-year-old once thought would never come finally arrived, it dawned with contractions - five minutes apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon, she was at the center of an anxious audience of family and friends, including her baby's adoptive parents, Daniel and Tristan Escoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts, Mom. It hurts," Natasha whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and daughter sat on a hospital bed in a Billings Clinic delivery room. Natasha shook as a contraction tightened its grip. The papery cotton gown around her shoulders fluttered. With both hands, she held the plastic bed rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz Freeman held her daughter's face in her hands. With her thumb, she wiped a tear from her daughter's cheek as one rolled down her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her body dragged her into the rhythm of labor, Natasha knew that every contraction was bringing her closer to relief, to freedom, to life back to normal. Still, she did not feel ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another one already?" she whimpered, throwing her head back on her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her toes curled, and she made a fist around her mother's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's what I expected, but not how I imagined it," she said between contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the pregnancy, Liz asked Natasha, "Why are you doing this?" to be sure Natasha was always considering her decision to place her baby for adoption. Every time, Natasha came back with one answer: "He deserves more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, a senior at Huntley Project High, found out she was pregnant in July, and about a month later was introduced to Daniel and Tristan, distant family friends from Buffalo, Wyo. The baby's father, who left Natasha before she discovered she was pregnant, has consented to the adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's resolve was sharpened by labor pains, and as expected, the contractions grew in frequency and intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, not again, don't do it again," Natasha mumbled as a contraction approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at me. Focus. You can get through it. Focus," Liz said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through labor, Natasha accepted pain medication to take the edge off the contractions. She refused an epidural, which would have blocked the pain when labor was worst. She wanted to be alert when the baby was born. The time she would have with him would be short, and she wanted to remember it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tristan, I'm ready to see this little guy, are you?" Natasha said between contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I am, I am," Tristan said. "I wish I could take some of your pain, sweetie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the next, excruciating contraction, the nurse called for the doctor. Natasha was getting close to delivery. When the doctor came in, the crowd filed out the door and into the hall. Daniel, Tristan and several of Natasha's friends stared at the door, listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At little more than 5 feet tall, Tristan is talkative and as spunky as her messy, short hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, a lanky 6 feet tall, is mostly quiet, but when he speaks, it's a joke, teasing but tender. A love of hard work shows on his dusty cowboy hat and leathery hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifelong Wyoming residents, Daniel and Tristan come from tight-knit families and ranching backgrounds. Tristan works for her parents as a manager at their liquor store and bar in Buffalo. As a hobby more than a profession, Daniel tends a small ranch the couple own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's baby will be Tristan's parents' first grandchild, and the seventh - but no less celebrated - grandchild of Daniel's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time to choose a name, Daniel suggested Alberto, a strong, Basque name. He knew it wouldn't fly with Tristan, and it became a lighthearted point of contention between husband and wife. They shared it with Natasha, who saw the humor in it but needed a name. She called her baby "Little Al" ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Tristan finally settled on the name Tayden. His middle name, Pierre, is a tribute to Daniel's Basque heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome, son&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;At 5:56 p.m. on Jan. 21, Tayden Pierre was born, weighing 6 pounds, 14 ounces and stretching 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Al is in the world," Natasha's friend Molly Ekness, 17, announced to a friend on her cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha shuddered from shock and exhaustion. Her face and shoulders were sprinkled with tiny red dots - capillaries broken while pushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down, patted her empty belly and said, "Next, a red prom dress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;The longest wait&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Tristan and Daniel stood outside the door as their newborn son took his first breath and cried. He wailed as the doctor and nurses examined and bathed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan held Daniel's waist, dabbing the tears welling behind her glasses. For all the time they had spent hoping for a child, the longest wait was the few minutes they stood outside the door listening to their baby cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door finally opened, Tristan and Daniel kept their emotions in check. Inside, Natasha, a girl they had come to know so well, held the son they plan to love forever. His face was hidden inside a puffy, quilted wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new parents floated through the doorway. Tristan leaned down, holding Natasha around the shoulders, sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, I love you. There isn't enough words to say what you mean to us," Tristan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectful of Natasha, Tristan didn't hold out her arms until the baby was passed to her. Daniel was silent, watching with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, Natasha presented her son to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha closed her eyes, serenely tipped her head back on the pillow and smiled, then rolled her head over to exchange smiles with Tristan. It was the single moment Natasha had dreamed about for months, the moment she focused on whenever she faced criticism or questioned her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan finally was holding her baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adoption's risk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;From the start of their relationship, Tristan and Daniel knew they wanted to be parents. Adoption entered their conversation in June, after fertility treatments were unsuccessful. Daniel has multiple sclerosis, which presents the possibility that his children could be at an increased risk of developing the disease, so that factored into their decision, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met Natasha in September and have spent the past five months preparing for parenthood. They filled out reams of paperwork, went through background checks and home studies and had friends submit letters of recommendation. Tristan got a good deal on a secondhand crib and changing table, and they painted the nursery in simple pastels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tristan opted not to have a baby shower, buying only a few basics for the baby. She didn't want to "jinx herself," she said, in case Natasha changed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Montana, adoptions cannot be finalized until at least 72 hours after the baby's birth, and during that time, birth mothers have been known to change their minds. The more Tristan and Daniel got to know Natasha, the more confidence they had in her decision, but they were mindful that a change of heart was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're all prepared for this little thing to come into your life, and you think here I am all ready and what if she changes her mind?" Tristan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Natasha signed over her parental rights, completing her part of the adoption. Natasha said she didn't want contact from Tristan or Daniel for four years, and after that, it would be up to Tristan to decide when Tayden was ready to meet his birth mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her biggest moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Natasha was cleared to leave 24 hours after the birth, but the baby had to stay in the hospital two days. Liz spent the first night in Natasha's room to take care of the baby while her daughter slept, and arrangements were made to provide a room for Daniel and Tristan to stay with the baby on the second night so Natasha could go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left, Natasha wanted time alone with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get a whole lifetime with him, and she gets only this short precious time with him," Tristan said as she sat in the waiting area with Daniel and Natasha's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark room, Natasha held her baby and rocked. Through tears, she looked into his face. He was everything she ever pictured he would be - tiny, familiar and perfect. He smiled in his sleep, and a feeling of relief washed over Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This little boy, without doing anything, did so much for me," she said. "I'm going to miss his biggest moments - his first words, when he walks, rides his horse - but he was my biggest moment without having to do anything. He made me grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow fell outside, and in the window light, Natasha penciled a note on a small piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tristan and Daniel for being the perfect family by not being perfect and most of all thank you Tayden for being my Little Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slipped it into the bassinet. She kissed him on the forehead, gently laid him down and fell into her mother's arms. Liz wrapped her arm around her daughter's waist and supported her as they walked down the empty hall. A nurse, her cheeks wet with tears, followed them, pushing the baby bassinet to Tristan and Daniel's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha did not look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contact Laura Tode at &lt;a href="mailto:ltode@billingsgazette.com"&gt;ltode@billingsgazette.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2681968924536969533?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://billingsgazette.net/articles/2009/02/01/news/local/18-natasha.txt' title='#3 of 4 - Natasha&apos;s Story: The end and a beginning'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2681968924536969533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2681968924536969533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2681968924536969533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2681968924536969533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-of-4-natashas-story-end-and-beginning.html' title='#3 of 4 - Natasha&apos;s Story: The end and a beginning'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1416130633885840397</id><published>2009-03-30T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:16:56.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 of 4 - Pregnancy teaches teen hard lessons</title><content type='html'>by Laura Tode of The Gazette Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published on Sunday, January 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Last modified on 1/11/2009 at 1:27 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Batt is a girl who doesn't like surprises, can't keep a secret and always wants a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paid close attention during the Billings Clinic Welcome Baby class last month, and during a recent tour of the Family Birth Center she waited until the 25 or so other expectant parents cleared out to ask more specific questions: How do I keep from lactating? Are the rooms soundproof? Does every room have a Jacuzzi tub? Where is the waiting room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Natasha took another loop around the center, visiting the birthing suite a second time, fingering the stark white linens on the bed and peeking into the bathroom. She also took another look at the Anne Milliken suite, the place the adoptive parents will stay with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, 17, decided to place her baby for adoption last summer, a few weeks after she learned that she was pregnant. She found a couple in Wyoming who are ready for a son, and the baby's father, a boyfriend who left Natasha before she found out she was pregnant, has agreed to the adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seven months after discovering she was pregnant and with her due date three weeks away, everything in Natasha's life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha has no regrets or resentments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid morning sickness, weight gain and an exhausting work and school schedule, she accepts the changes, dwelling on the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's more determined to go to college and face life's challenges - including motherhood when the time is right. She has learned the difference between true friendship and passing high school alliances. She is working harder than ever, juggling schoolwork and an almost-full-time schedule at Target on the West End. This past quarter, she got all A's and saved enough money to visit a friend in Denver during Thanksgiving. And she has found the greatest support in her mother, Liz Freeman, who also placed a baby for adoption when she was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If it happens, it happens.' The changes in Natasha's body have been accompanied by some changes in her thinking, especially about pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, Natasha associated pregnancy and motherhood with such emotions as joy, hope and excitement. But she felt none of that when she looked down at a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom of her parents' house last July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I expected to smile when I saw that," Natasha said. "That's what you want to feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she was terrified. Her knees buckled, and she broke down bawling, ran to her mother's room and delivered the news by handing her the test stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every idyllic notion she had of motherhood dissolved in her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha was taking birth control, but not because she considered the prospect of pregnancy devastating. While it's certainly a life-changing event, Natasha had seen other pregnant girls, and it didn't seem so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't want to be pregnant, but I was like, 'If it happens, it happens,' " she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an unspoken belief among teenage girls, she said. Most girls she knows have the same come-what-may attitude about motherhood. They don't want to admit it because they know adults would be shocked, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, when you are going through it and you see the way that you used to think, it's embarrassing. God, is it embarrassing," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha knew that having a baby would seriously change the course of her life. Whenever she would think "if it happens, it happens" she would try to tell herself that such thinking would get her into trouble, would get her pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was like, 'Don't think that, don't think that,' but you can't help it," Natasha said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;No honesty out there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Natasha's voice rises and her hands ball up in fists when she talks about a child development class at Huntley Project High. It requires students to take an electronic doll home, and at regular intervals, the doll makes a noise indicating that it's time for a diaper change or a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get to take home this cute little computer baby that comes with a diaper, comes with a bottle, comes with, you know, everything," Natasha said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha opens up her hand where she wrote in ball point pen something she wanted to remember for the interview - the cost of a container of baby formula at the store where she works. A 25.7-ounce can of baby formula is $25, she announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knows that?" she said. "How much do these students have to buy to take care of this baby? Nothing! ... As far as I'm concerned, you should have to pay to take the baby, because everybody thinks it's a joke to take this baby, and the baby is a joke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha is one of four girls who have been pregnant in the past three years at Huntley Project High School. She wants her pregnancy to be a reality check for other teenagers, and when they ask how it feels, she is honest. She wants them to ask questions. After all, she was once curious about pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could have just went up and asked someone - if only I could have saw what I'm going through," she said. "I'm letting the reality come out of me, I'll tell you what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is morning sickness all day, hormone surges, weight gain, constant fatigue and working nearly full time to pay for food and clothes. She feels like everyone looks at her differently. She has missed out on activities and found little support among her peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no honesty out there," Natasha said, glancing to the ceiling to keep tears from running down her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why not celebrate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;On one of the coldest, snowiest days in December, Natasha's family hosted a Gift of Life Party at their home in Ballantine. Winds howled and snow drifted around the cars parked outside the old truck stop that the family has made into a home. Inside, the mostly teenage crowd took turns sampling baby food, trying to guess what was in the tiny unmarked jars and attempting to guess Natasha's girth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were typical of a baby shower, but honoring Natasha's decision to place her baby for adoption was the focus of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Liz's point of view, every culture marks major life changes, including milestone birthdays, engagements, marriages and sometimes divorce and break-ups. So why not a decision to place a baby for adoption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's friends asked her questions about the baby's parents, what it feels like when the baby kicks and what she's going to do after he is born. They gave her gifts, and sentimental cards triggered tears among the girls. With their cell phones, they snapped photos of Natasha modeling the new pink robe and slippers they gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's relationships with classmates began to change almost immediately after school started in September. They approach her differently now, Natasha said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They ask me how I'm doing, and I wonder are they asking me how I am doing or how I am doing pregnant," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who have shown true concern have stayed in her circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;A birth plan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Natasha knows what to expect, and she has a plan for when the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people allowed in the room during delivery will be the doctor, the nurses, her sister Katherine, Liz and Jeff Hagel, Liz's fiancé and the father figure for her children. When Natasha is ready and the baby has been examined and bathed, a few visitors, including the baby's adoptive parents, can come in to see her and the baby. Then, she wants time to be alone with the baby - as long as she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to be a mess, a medieval mess," she said. "It's so hard to explain being pregnant. You just cry - for no reason you just cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will have plenty of reasons to cry when the baby is born. Relief, loss, joy, exhaustion - Natasha has no idea what she will be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha can be discharged after 48 hours, and then her plan is two-fold: distraction and avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time she can take off from school will depend on when the baby is born. Semester tests are coming up, and she will need to take them regardless of when the baby is born, but she hopes to have two weeks to spend with her stepsister, who plans to come to Billings from Denver when the baby is born. They'll shop, get their hair done and eat out. At about that time, Natasha will turn 18, and she plans to celebrate. Then, it's back to school and work, and the start of a diet-and-exercise routine so she's ready for a red prom dress this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and the adoptive parents will sign custody documents 72 hours after the baby is born - the soonest allowed by law. And, as part of her plan for avoidance, Natasha doesn't want to see the baby or hear from the parents for at least a year, and possibly longer. It's not that she doesn't want contact with the baby and his family; she just wants some time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to go back to being me," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Laura Tode at &lt;a href="mailto:ltode@billingsgazette.com"&gt;ltode@billingsgazette.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1416130633885840397?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://billingsgazette.net/articles/2009/01/11/news/local/18-pregnancy.txt' title='#2 of 4 - Pregnancy teaches teen hard lessons'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1416130633885840397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1416130633885840397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1416130633885840397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1416130633885840397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-of-4-pregnancy-teaches-teen-hard.html' title='#2 of 4 - Pregnancy teaches teen hard lessons'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2208569440861119637</id><published>2009-03-30T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:16:06.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 of 4 - Huntley teen relies on support of family</title><content type='html'>by Laura Tode of the Gazette Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published on Sunday, December 14, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Last modified on 12/14/2008 at 12:14 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting room at Billings Clinic downtown, Natasha Batt sits in a pink chair with her legs crossed, bouncing her puffy foot in a flip-flop. The appointment is just a routine checkup for her but not for many teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, 17, is pregnant and waiting for her fourth prenatal visit. Her black hooded sweatshirt is on her lap in an unconscious effort to cover her rounded belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha is a senior at Huntley Project High School and found out she was pregnant in July. With the love and support of family, she made one of the most difficult decisions of her life - a decision that's forced her mother to consider her past again with new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears sweat pants because the idea of buying maternity clothes is too overwhelming. Besides, she's not even used to saying the word "pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I find pregnant the word that is the most awkward to say - even right now I hate saying I'm pregnant," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her belly has grown, she has had to make the announcement less often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nurse calls, Natasha walks down the hall without a glance at the dozen or so bulletin boards covered in snapshots of happy couples, cradling pink- and blue-clad newborns. Someone else will be smiling for a photo with the baby boy growing inside Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the doctor's office, the nurse places a microphone on Natasha's belly. The machine hisses and produces a muffled sound like water rushing, lapping against a board. Natasha relaxes, listens awhile and closes her eyes. The baby's OK, and that's all she really wants to know. As the nurse moves the microphone, the heartbeat gets louder, and Natasha smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asks her if she has any questions. She doesn't, and he hands her "28 Weeks," a folder of colorful papers with information on pregnancy and a guide to nursing. It is written for mothers whose babies will go home with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years before Natasha's pregnancy, her mother, Liz Freeman, talked to her about sex, birth control, abortion and sexually transmitted diseases. Natasha was young, maybe 11 or 12, but her mother was determined to catch her before she learned about sex in locker rooms and at slumber parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of their conversation, Natasha asked her mother what she should do if she became pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come to me," her mom said. "Come to me right away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it seemed to Natasha that the time was right, the two of them went to Planned Parenthood to explore birth control options. Natasha struggled to find a method that didn't disrupt her cycle. It was while trying different brands and types of birth control that she became pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes in her body and occasional morning sickness had her worried she was pregnant, but several pregnancy tests were negative. She knew something wasn't right and took one more. Positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha was home when she found out. She ran to her mother's room and handed her the pregnancy test. It said "pregnant" in the little plastic window. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz gripped her in a tight embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to be OK, it's going to be all right. It's all right," she whispered into her weeping daughter's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mother who understands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Natasha's mother was pregnant when she was 15. She knows the heartache, loneliness and shame of teen pregnancy. She knows what it does to a girl's body and the confusion that can cause. She chose to place her baby up for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know what it takes to make that decision and the strength it takes to follow through," Liz said. "Everything inside of you, you don't want to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was almost 30 years ago, Liz could have chosen an open adoption, but she knew herself. Contact with the baby and the family would be agonizing, she thought. She had only one stipulation in her search for parents. She wanted the baby to have a stay-at-home mom, at least in the baby's early years. A teenager, attending high school and maybe college in her future, she knew she wouldn't be able to spend as much time with the baby as she knew it needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told everyone, 'I don't want to know if it's a boy or a girl, I don't want to see it. I don't want to hold it. I want to know if it's OK,' " Liz said. "My doctor asked me why, and I said that if I see the baby, it won't leave me - and I knew it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz, then 15, squeezed her eyes shut at the final push during delivery and broke down in tears before asking if the baby was OK. She was. And that was the last Liz would know of the baby for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know that it was a girl until a year later, when she mustered the courage to contact the adoption agency. They told her the girl was happy, healthy and living with a Montana family on a ranch. She learned to walk before she was a year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz lives with the sometimes-painful loss of a child, but she is at peace with her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can guarantee, you're not doing it for yourself because it tears you up - you do it for them," Liz said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the girl would be 28. She may not know she was adopted, but if she does, Liz's adoption records are open. The woman could contact her mother anytime, but hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family first, family forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;In Natasha's life, the concept of family has never been conventional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz has known her fiancé, Jeff Hagel, since childhood, but the two haven't always been a couple. Both were previously married. Natasha, who no longer has contact with her birth father, considers Jeff her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Natasha counts her siblings, she taps the fingers on her right hand one at a time, then taps all the fingers of her left hand on the edge of the table top before starting over on her right hand. Full-blood related siblings, half sisters, children born to Jeff in his first marriage and Liz's firstborn that she placed for adoption - the number comes to 12. Four children live at home with Liz and Jeff. Natasha is the second-oldest. Her older sister Katherine Brackett, 20, lives in the Heights. Natasha's younger sister Mikala, 14, is a bubbly eighth-grader at Huntley Project. Marshal, 11, and Landen, 9, are the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their lives, Liz's children have known they have an older sister who was placed for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We go extended family," Liz said. "Family is family, and it doesn't take blood to be family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha has a tattoo on the top of her right foot that says "Family Forever." Katherine and one of Jeff's daughters have the same tattoo. It's an upside-down, mirror image. From her perspective it spells "family." From anyone else's it says "forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz, Jeff and Katherine will join Natasha in the delivery room when the baby is born, and together, they're taking a "Welcome Baby" class at Billings Clinic, which offers expecting parents relaxation and labor techniques. The class has brought a sense of reality to the family's situation. During the class, they've flown from tears and hugs to laughter and playful pillow fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natasha's decision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;At first, Natasha could picture herself as a young mother. She loved taking care of her younger brothers, and as Liz puts it, she's "a nurturer." The timing of the pregnancy was less than perfect, but Natasha decided she was up for motherhood, ready or not. She would do whatever it took, and when she told her parents she planned to keep the baby, they committed to do the same. More now than ever, they told her, she needed to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let herself get excited and shopped for baby clothes, bought a stroller, wondered if it was a boy or a girl and dreamed like every mother does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day, she was standing in the shower and reality hit. With school, homework and a part-time job, when would she find time to be a mother? Would she ever have the money to buy everything the child needed? What about the life experiences that help parents make good decisions? Time, money, experience - she didn't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just so not fair to a kid," she said. "This kid deserves more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided she would place the baby for adoption and hasn't wavered in her decision since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's father left before Natasha found out she was pregnant, and although Natasha informed him of her pregnancy, he hasn't expressed an interest in fatherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lucky couple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Natasha explored local adoption agencies, but before choosing one she was contacted by distant family friends who had heard of her decision. Other than to say they live in a small Wyoming town, Natasha wants to honor their privacy until the baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had never met them, so they sent her letters and a photo album to introduce themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I opened the front page and it was done right there," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book starts with a letter from the baby's mother and one from the baby's father. The conversational tone of the letters, their typos and misspellings, all gave Natasha an instant feeling of relief and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate perfect. Nobody's perfect, and if you try to be perfect it just makes you seem desperate," Natasha said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album included pictures of the couple's dogs, cats and horses, photos of their wedding day and a picture of the baby's grandparents dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're not afraid to have fun," she said. "I want this kid to be raised that way - the way I was raised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Laura Tode at &lt;a href="mailto:ltode@billingsgazette.com"&gt;ltode@billingsgazette.com&lt;/a&gt; or 657-1392.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2208569440861119637?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://billingsgazette.net/articles/2008/12/14/news/local/18-huntley.txt' title='#1 of 4 - Huntley teen relies on support of family'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2208569440861119637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2208569440861119637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2208569440861119637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2208569440861119637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-of-4-huntley-teen-relies-on-support.html' title='#1 of 4 - Huntley teen relies on support of family'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2746360080555451560</id><published>2009-03-30T14:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:18:32.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you gotta walk before you run</title><content type='html'>We survived the 10K on Saturday and are already planning on doing another one on May 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to keep you busy while you are waiting to be chosen? May I recommend training for a 10K or three? We are still walking but plan to run someday. As they say: you gotta walk before you run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also helping us get ready to be parents, especially since I'm "older" I want to be around for as much of my child's life (and grandchildren too - hopefully!) as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to add years to our lives. A good way, IMHO, to spend your time waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.03.09 update: doc says no 10K in May due to my injured toe. phooey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2746360080555451560?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2746360080555451560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2746360080555451560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2746360080555451560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2746360080555451560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-gotta-walk-before-you-run.html' title='you gotta walk before you run'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-690268041717879878</id><published>2009-03-29T17:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:06:54.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>poor Julie...</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my aunt about my cousin (not her daughter) being pregnant, and finding out on Facebook, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my aunt says, you don't want people always saying and thinking "poor Julie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my husband and I were talking about this in the car Friday and I said to him yes, yes I do want people saying poor Julie. I want people to recognize what a tragedy it is to not be able to have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want people saying poor Julie about anything else. I don't want pity. But I do want people to recognize what a tragedy it is for ANYONE to be infertile and to not be able to have children. Poor me, poor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what goes hand and hand with this, it the fact that I want people who have children to recognize it for the blessing that it is. (you may or may not remember my ex-friend who told me I was blessed to not have children...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was in the car talking to my husband about "poor Julie" I was also thinking about blogging about "poor Julie." Yes, I think about my blog posts well in advance. I try to process them so when I sit down at my computer they come out making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there is tragedy. Infertility is one of them, infertility is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-690268041717879878?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/690268041717879878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=690268041717879878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/690268041717879878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/690268041717879878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-julie.html' title='poor Julie...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4641450320476637100</id><published>2009-03-26T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:08:16.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10k saturday</title><content type='html'>So I keep imagining that we get "the call" while we are in the middle of the 10k on Saturday. Yes, I'm taking my cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucinda Bassett would call this "Magical Thinking!" I do a lot of it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.29.08 update: no call during the 10k... It was Magical Thinking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4641450320476637100?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4641450320476637100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4641450320476637100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4641450320476637100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4641450320476637100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/10k-saturday.html' title='10k saturday'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6076033152760764605</id><published>2009-03-26T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:09:46.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>would you care for a divorce</title><content type='html'>Throughout our 9-year journey, there have been ups and downs, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some unsuccessful cycles with meds, and unsuccessful IUIs I finally managed to bring myself to ask my husband if he would like to divorce me and find a "working" model instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally serious. He laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along he has been very supportive. The one time he was not: when I had injections, he had promised he would do the injection in my abdomen for me, but when it came time he just couldn't do it. He has often said that if there are only the 2 of us in our family that is ok too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all is that the thing that attracted me to him when I met him was the way he talked about his 2.5 year old niece. He wanted to have children right after we got married, but since he immigrated to the USA and the first three years are like a "trial" I didn't want to have children right away because I was afraid he might not like living here and would want to move back to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, nearly 13 years later, childless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a niece and nephew in England. We saw them last year for the first time in NINE years. It's difficult for us to get to England, especially with all the infertility treatment debt and now the expense of adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't divorce me. And he's already offered to "get fixed" when the time comes since I've had to go through the injections, ultrasounds, IUIs, etc. He says it's his turn to take one for the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6076033152760764605?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6076033152760764605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6076033152760764605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6076033152760764605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6076033152760764605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-care-for-divorce.html' title='would you care for a divorce'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5180168873573764832</id><published>2009-03-25T19:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:59:49.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my MTV!</title><content type='html'>(How old am I? does anyone else remember that advertising campaign?) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends told me about a program on MTV called TrueLife and right now there is an episode on called "I Placed My Baby for Adoption."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on at 4 a.m. today so we DVR'd it and my husband and I are watching it right now. I wanted to post so you can search for it and hopefully it will still be running for the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a reality show about 2 pregnant young women and their decision to adopt, but it's just one episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still trying to learn as much as we can about what it's like for the birth mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;updated 3.26.09: &lt;/span&gt;there is a followup to this program on &lt;a href="http://remotecontrol.mtv.com/2009/03/21/true-life-update-amanda-struggles-with-having-second-thoughts/#more-19420"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I watched it and it was very good. I feel for the women who have to make the decision to keep or give up their baby. I know it must be difficult to keep in mind what is best for the baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5180168873573764832?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5180168873573764832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5180168873573764832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5180168873573764832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5180168873573764832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-my-mtv.html' title='i want my MTV!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5475309800260210277</id><published>2009-03-25T15:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:13:16.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie and Alicia made me do it!</title><content type='html'>I called the birth mom's attorney's office. No decision has been made. The woman who answers the phone kindly offered to call me when a decision has been made. She can totally understand how it feels to be hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Alicia: thank you for your support and encouragement! We aren't out of it yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5475309800260210277?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5475309800260210277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5475309800260210277&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5475309800260210277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5475309800260210277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/stephanie-and-alicia-made-me-do-it.html' title='Stephanie and Alicia made me do it!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1953928097292444564</id><published>2009-03-25T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:53:57.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too many blogs on the dancefloor</title><content type='html'>One of these days I'm gonna post the wrong thing on the wrong blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a cousin of mine has been telling me for years how she NEVER wants to have kids. Even as recently as last July at a funeral she was telling me with such conviction "never never never."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, her partner (male) announced on FACEBOOK that they are having a baby in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day (or the next) I received a very sweet and thoughtful email (on Facebook) from her saying she was sorry I found out about her pregnancy on Facebook and that she had intended on sending me a personal email... She realizes it is probably difficult for me to hear about other's pregnancies, etc.... Then she says they went through infertility treatment! wtf. What's with the "never never never ever" poop? I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded that I appreciated her thoughtful email and wished them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some people hide behind the lie that they don't want children when in fact they can't have children? I for one, don't understand this, but then I've always let it all hang out, no secrets. I never wanted people to think we were selfish child-haters who didn't want children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock and wondering what's going on. She knew I had infertility issues. We are blood relatives. I'd have liked to known so we could swap war stories and see if it's something genetic. Or at least to know I'm not the only one in the family who hasn't been able to have children easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will always grieve for my 3 lost babies when I hear of another's pregnancy. I hope it goes away, but I don't know when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1953928097292444564?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1953928097292444564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1953928097292444564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1953928097292444564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1953928097292444564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-many-blogs-on-dancefloor.html' title='too many blogs on the dancefloor'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-3529074431460199267</id><published>2009-03-25T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:08:50.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so how long do I wait</title><content type='html'>The birth mom was looking at profiles this past weekend. Still no call. I want to know if she's chosen, either way. Just to put an end to the wondering. This is WAY worse than the 2ww (did I already say that in a previous post?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to wait until next week to call her attorney. You know, I've tried to tell myself we won't be chosen just so I'm not let down. Kinda like telling your self you aren't pregnant after so many mishaps. Self defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your profile was being viewed did someone let you know when the wait was over? either way? or did you just assume after say 2 weeks that you had not been chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing a 10k this Saturday so I'm just trying to use that to focus on and try to forget about everything else (that being THE WAITING!) LOL. See how well I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice is welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-3529074431460199267?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3529074431460199267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=3529074431460199267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3529074431460199267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3529074431460199267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so-how-long-do-i-wait.html' title='ok, so how long do I wait'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5048942676917651809</id><published>2009-03-24T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:25:43.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peace, love and blog</title><content type='html'>Why do I blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog with hope that someone will come across my blog and learning something from me that will help them on their journey, whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 other blogs that readers of this blog are privy to. Readers of my other 2 blogs are not privy to the other 2 blogs. (does that make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I try to blog about infertility and the aftermath and the reality of it all. No sugar-coating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://afamilyisborn3.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Family is Born&lt;/a&gt; blog is for family and friends to follow along our adoption journey and learn about everything we have to go through along the way in detail. This blog is also for those going through their own adoption journey, in hopes that that can learn something from my journey and maybe it will save them time, money, heartache, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lov2giv.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unplanned Pregnancy?&lt;/a&gt; blog is for women who have an unplanned pregnancy. I hope to educate them about how many women would love to adopt and encourage them to think at least twice before considering an abortion. I have collected a lot of resources for them in hopes that it's a user-friendly one-stop-shop. It's pink and not scary. I am happy to report a lot of my readers of this blog exit via Planned Parenthood. I hope this blog will save some babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do my best to coach other women through their infertility journey and/or adoption journey. I will hold your hand. Maybe it's the mom in me. It has long been my belief that if I know 10 things and you know 10 things then together we know 20 things! Wooo hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this blog fulfills my hopes and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5048942676917651809?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5048942676917651809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5048942676917651809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5048942676917651809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5048942676917651809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/peace-love-and-blog.html' title='peace, love and blog'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-3269294870879676761</id><published>2009-03-23T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:53:54.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um, nesting or simple diversion?</title><content type='html'>So I finished our taxes yesterday (yes, I do our taxes all by myself and I am VERY proud about this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started cleaning and shredding paper, and wiping off counter tops. Was this nesting or just a simple diversion to keep me from thinking about the birth mom who was supposed to be looking at our profile this weekend? It's just too good to be true, she won't pick us. I've told you, I've told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that sound too good to be true usually are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and last night I found out my cousin is pregnant. She's said she would NEVER have kids, didn't want kids.... harumph... I found out on Facebook and that is just an inappropriate place to post such blessed news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, because I suffer from perfectionism along with my anxiety, I can't stop wondering "what could I have done differently in our profile to make her pick us?" but I'm learning that there is nothing I could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Life is NOT fair (that is a fact, not me whining).&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-3269294870879676761?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3269294870879676761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=3269294870879676761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3269294870879676761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3269294870879676761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-nesting-or-simple-diversion.html' title='um, nesting or simple diversion?'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8171532582970592028</id><published>2009-03-22T22:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:17:13.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>serenity.....   now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/Scbwuj_B2lI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_cAYLs7Z7sE/s1600-h/serenity_prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/Scbwuj_B2lI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_cAYLs7Z7sE/s320/serenity_prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201092881701458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know two serenity prayers, this one (pictured above) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frank Constanza's "Serenity Now!" (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5513mXmQbw4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5513mXmQbw4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8171532582970592028?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8171532582970592028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8171532582970592028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8171532582970592028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8171532582970592028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/serenity.html' title='serenity.....   now?'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/Scbwuj_B2lI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_cAYLs7Z7sE/s72-c/serenity_prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2717618455744038148</id><published>2009-03-22T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:43:54.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in my dreams</title><content type='html'>More than once, I've had this same dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I fall asleep in bed, with my Chocolate Lab Gemma (g as in Julie, not a g like in gum!) at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up, Gemma has turned into a newborn baby girl.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2717618455744038148?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2717618455744038148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2717618455744038148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2717618455744038148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2717618455744038148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-my-dreams.html' title='in my dreams'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2558354592337745825</id><published>2009-03-21T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:59:46.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>talking myself out of it</title><content type='html'>I've been telling myself all afternoon that we won't be picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the birth mom was looking at profiles this weekend, but I've already convinced myself that she's done and we have not been picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm in self-defense mode. It's worse than the dreaded 2WW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a point tonight where I'm afraid to have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is one more day left in "the weekend" so it's possible the birth mom hasn't seen ANY profiles yet. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very nerve-wracking time. I may have to take extra anti-anxiety meds tonight so I can sleep and stop the negative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would pick us? I'm too old. We make too little money. I'm not worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2558354592337745825?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2558354592337745825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2558354592337745825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2558354592337745825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2558354592337745825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/talking-myself-out-of-it.html' title='talking myself out of it'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8711847180594590653</id><published>2009-03-21T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:03:51.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>orphans</title><content type='html'>There are many differences between domestic adoption and international adoption. The one I am feeling the most right now is that in domestic adoptions you have to wait for a birth mother to choose you (usually). In international adoption, you choose the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be chosen is very difficult. I can't help but think/worry that we may never be chosen. When I think this, I also think, this is the same way a child in an orphanage waiting to be chosen must feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an orphan too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8711847180594590653?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8711847180594590653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8711847180594590653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8711847180594590653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8711847180594590653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/orphans.html' title='orphans'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1162463354131262668</id><published>2009-03-20T18:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:55:07.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frozen Saints: part II</title><content type='html'>This came from a friend of a friend, Fr. Casey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For some strange reason, St. Thomas More is the patron Saint of Adoption:&lt;br /&gt;(see medal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicfreeshipping.com/products/cfs_stphilsilcm.html"&gt;http://www.catholicfreeshipping.com/products/cfs_stphilsilcm.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But St. Joseph was a foster father to Jesus and Jude is patron Saint of last resorts if they have been trying for awhile. I would say lock all 3 in the freezer and pray.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1162463354131262668?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1162463354131262668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1162463354131262668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1162463354131262668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1162463354131262668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/frozen-saints.html' title='frozen Saints: part II'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5186582188587227835</id><published>2009-03-20T13:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:36:12.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frozen Saint: part I</title><content type='html'>The birth mom's attorney called to say they have received our profile - this is a huge relief! WHEW!!! The woman who called me, I guess a secretary, told me to put St. Jude in my freezer for adoption! Not being Catholic, this puzzles me a bit, but I'll do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked up St. Jude, patron saint of lost causes! :O  anyway, I'm working on getting a St. Jude statue for my freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of my dear readers is Catholic, please feel free to enlighten me as to why the patron saint of lost causes would help with adoption, I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth mom is looking at profiles this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Last night Pope John Paul VI was in my dream. I usually do have some very crazy dreams, but a Pope has never made an appearance before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5186582188587227835?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5186582188587227835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5186582188587227835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5186582188587227835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5186582188587227835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/frozen-saint.html' title='frozen Saint: part I'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-215325807680371436</id><published>2009-03-19T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:27:08.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wing &amp; a prayer</title><content type='html'>Finally an adoption that we could afford has come to our attention. We have submitted our profile for the birth mom to review. I know, usually things that sound too good to be true are, but I have hope. The birth mom is due on my dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not telling family and friends because there really isn't anything to tell yet. She will probably pick a few couples to meet (the finalists) and then choose the adoptive parents after that. She is in her 8th month so it's all going to happen fast. I'll let you know if she wants to meet us. If we don't hear anything in the next few days, we probably weren't choosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in your thoughts! Fingers, toes and eyes crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-215325807680371436?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/215325807680371436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=215325807680371436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/215325807680371436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/215325807680371436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/wing-prayer.html' title='wing &amp; a prayer'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8852624438568384538</id><published>2009-03-16T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:51:58.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>true confessions</title><content type='html'>Ok dear reader, so you've already learned a few things about me. Here's some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer from anxiety, depression (duh) and stress. I have been seeing a LCSW (Licensed Clinical Social Worker) since my visit to the deep pit of despair last summer. I knew I was in bad shape when my nurse practitioner asked me if I had a gun in my purse. (No - just in case you were wondering, so not a gun person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my hugest "why me" period. Why am I here? What's my purpose if not to be a mom? What can I contribute if it's not an adult of the future? I'm a failure at being a human being... and so on, maybe you've been there. I was put on an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety meds (yes, this was gone over with a fine-toothed comb during our home study).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LCSW recommended I go through this program and I agreed. It's &lt;a href="http://www.stresscenter.com/mwc/"&gt;Lucinda Bassett's Overcoming Stress and Anxiety program.&lt;/a&gt; I am in week 5 and already not only can I tell a difference, but others can as well. I REALLY want to get over (or recover as "they" say) from my problem and be off my meds by the time we adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a worrier, a what if thinker, a "magical" thinker (as Lucinda calls it). I can overcome this and wanted my readers to know they can too. I love the magical thinker part. It totally goes with my post about being punished. About someone or something punishing me by not allowing me to have a baby. Magical thinking. No one is punishing me. It is the hand I've been dealt. Life is not fair. Lucinda talks about teaching her 5-year-old son to say "life is not fair" rather than "IT is not fair." I wish I would have learned that when I was 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to ask me about this, either by leaving a comment or emailing me. As you know, I'm game to talk about anything. And I want others to learn from me, from what I've been through. I'm happy to help in any way I can. As I told one friend of mine, it's my goal to get as many women pregnant as I can! She has a child and laughed and said "stay away from me!" I explained I meant women with infertility problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 15 weeks of CDs in Lucinda's program. You get to listen in on "group" sessions. There is even home work. I've also purchased one of her books, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Panic-Power-Techniques-Anxieties-Conquer/dp/0060927585/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1237229350&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;From Panic to Power&lt;/a&gt;. I never realized how many  panic attacks I have! Good grief! There is an online form for those going through the program, you join in the month you start so everyone is listening to the same CDs at the same time. I have taken comfort from some fellow members (this part is free).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately my LCSW lends me the CDs because I think it is like $600 to purchase the entire program, but I looked on ebay and you can get it cheaper there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know this is kinda scattered, but I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your stress/anxiety/depression isn't as bad as mine, maybe it's worse. There are all levels on the CDs. Some people won't drive or leave their homes. I'm more in the middle. I don't like crowds. Anyway, feel free to ask me anything. Ten more weeks to go ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8852624438568384538?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8852624438568384538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8852624438568384538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8852624438568384538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8852624438568384538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-confessions.html' title='true confessions'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7925013565754179756</id><published>2009-03-11T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:22:13.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>obviously the chicken!</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking of the saying "which came first, the chicken or the egg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no eggs, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; it was the chicken!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://henfruit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hen Fruit&lt;/a&gt; blog is wearing off on me, I have eggs on the brain...  but no where else...&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7925013565754179756?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7925013565754179756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7925013565754179756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7925013565754179756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7925013565754179756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/obviously-chicken.html' title='obviously the chicken!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4143914411125209749</id><published>2009-03-04T19:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:27:34.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honest scrap award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/Sa8Y4leKVdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BR7ka_FjrbI/s1600-h/00002z58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/Sa8Y4leKVdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BR7ka_FjrbI/s320/00002z58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309489846103463378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was "tagged" with the Honest Scrap award today by my lovely blogger friend &lt;a href="http://henfruit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Que Sera, Sarah&lt;/a&gt;. I am honored, tickled and happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Ere 'Tis The Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show the seven (7) winners names and links on your blog, and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with "Honest Scrap." Well, there's no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ere 'Tis Me blogs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://henfruit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hen Fruit&lt;/a&gt; *wink*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://yayastuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ya Ya Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://miraculouslymyown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Adoption Journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://coloradodentons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Full Circle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephaniehorst.blogspot.com/"&gt;And so she prays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://aninfertileblonde.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Infertile Blonde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-snooch.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Snooch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Ere 'Tis Me Scraps:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm afraid I'll never be blessed with a child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it every month when I get my period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was raped and beaten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm afraid of the dark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm afraid I'll never be blessed with grandchildren.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think too far ahead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think too far behind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm honest to a fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see a therapist about my depression about not being a mom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe people read my blogs, let alone give me an award.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4143914411125209749?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4143914411125209749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4143914411125209749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4143914411125209749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4143914411125209749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/honest-scrap-award.html' title='honest scrap award'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/Sa8Y4leKVdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BR7ka_FjrbI/s72-c/00002z58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-203755664074363282</id><published>2009-03-02T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:27:26.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the ultimate punishment</title><content type='html'>I am being punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to get and stay pregnant, give birth and be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get approved to be allowed to adopt, and now we wait. The wait is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong. Am I a bad person. Why am I being punished. Why can't I be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I take the wrong turn, what could I have done different. What could I have done so that I could be allowed to get and stay pregnant. What could I have done to be allowed to be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where where where did I go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I being punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IS how I feel. I know I'm not being punished. But this is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been pregnant three times. I've also miscarried three times. Dangle that carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My total meltdown was last summer. So I am done with that, but now I want to know why. And now, waiting to adopt, and I'm in an angry phase. I've been denied. Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do to be a mom. What do I have to prove. I've injected my belly for endless days, until I was black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a mom and have a family. Is that asking too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-203755664074363282?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/203755664074363282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=203755664074363282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/203755664074363282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/203755664074363282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimate-punishment.html' title='the ultimate punishment'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6261108785717878612</id><published>2009-02-26T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:18:15.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>Before you are allowed to adopt, you have to go through an extensive Home Study, so why not have something similar for people who want to have IVF... (especially if they already have several children.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6261108785717878612?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6261108785717878612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6261108785717878612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6261108785717878612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6261108785717878612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-8555472056859239028</id><published>2009-02-26T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:32:13.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a guest post: So What Am I?</title><content type='html'>from my friend and fellow blogger Alicia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for six and a half years. Coupled with endometriosis, infertility and miscarriages, we have yet to have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fertile people just don't get it. They say the most ignorant things. These are called platitudes. Statements that they make that are meant to make me feel better, but only makes them feel better and me feel worse. A platitude I often get is, "At least you're not infertile. You can get pregnant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, great. So it's been six and half years and we still don't have a child to call our own after all this heartache, and you think you make me feel better by reminding me that I have been pregnant and lost those babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this makes me wonder. What am I? If I'm not infertile because I can get pregnant (which ends in miscarriage) and I still don't have a baby after all these years, then what am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.yayastuff.blogspot.com"&gt;www.yayastuff.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Alicia. I'm touched and honored that you wanted to post on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-8555472056859239028?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8555472056859239028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=8555472056859239028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8555472056859239028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/8555472056859239028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/guest-post-so-what-am-i.html' title='a guest post: So What Am I?'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-3405917900492283712</id><published>2009-02-18T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:37:25.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do with infertility or babies</title><content type='html'>I'm just going though a period where I feel like I can't say the right thing to anyone. In email, in person, on the phone. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going thorough some kind of change (no not THAT change). I want my insides to match my outsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a profoundly traumatic event in my life over 20 years ago that forever changed me. Changed me for the bad, unfortunately. And for some reason, I feel like I'm coming out of it. I'm not sure where I've been. I've been hiding within myself. Maybe it's because I feel we are closer than ever to having the family we've always wanted through adoption, maybe it's because I so look forward to thinking about someone other than myself, focusing on someone other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for change. I'm not taking crap from anyone any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started seeing a counselor last summer when I hit rockbottom with the infertility stuff. The deepest pit of despair, been there, done that, did not get a t-shirt. My life was over, what's the point of going on and being here if I can't be a mom. I will confess to you that I was so low, I actually thought of driving off a bridge, but I just couldn't do that to my husband. I'd been low before, but I was lower than low this time. I stayed in bed on weekends, hiding from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my NP. She asked me if I had a gun, among other things. No, I didn't have a gun. Had I stopped going to work. No. I'm a realistic depressed person, I knew I had to continue to go to work or I wouldn't get a pay check. duh. Reason wins over even when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my NP sent me to a counselor (therapist, LCSW, whatever you feel comfortable calling them). I was a wreck. Cried the ENTIRE session. I don't know if she could even understand a word eeked out, I don't know if I did eek out any words.... She got the gist, I'm not happy. I want a baby and I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was between that session and my 2nd session a week later that my life changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, who I'd seen recently for the first time in many years, called and said she didn't realize we had an infertility problem, she'd assumed that we didn't want children! ACK. She works in the maternity ward of a hospital and many young girls come in there complaining of cramps, denying any chance of pregnancy, give birth, sign over their babies and leave. Did my husband and I want a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?!?!? Do we WANT a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the counselor the next week and she didn't recognize me from the puddle who had been there the week before. I had hope, the depression was lifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd thought adoption was out of reach financially until then. We have so much infertility debt... a post for another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to me changing. So, I started wearing a little make up this week. I feel different. I am beginning to feel human again, after 20 years. My husband will say I've always been human, always been beautiful. But I've never felt that in 20 years. Someone took something from me and it took the hope of adoption to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a mom. I want to be a good mom. I will be a mom. I deserve to be a mom. I will be a good mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned early on from my counselor, two things can lift you out of depression (besides drugs - and that's only temporary):&lt;br /&gt;#1. Hope&lt;br /&gt;#2. Falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hope. I even wear hope around my neck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening my dear reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this post did have to do with infertility AND babies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-3405917900492283712?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3405917900492283712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=3405917900492283712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3405917900492283712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3405917900492283712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-to-do-with-infertility-or.html' title='nothing to do with infertility or babies'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-53581498738751031</id><published>2009-02-17T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:50:17.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today's rant: the way people treat their children</title><content type='html'>Ok, this memory has been haunting me so I'm gonna get it on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating lunch at an outdoor café (part of a grocery store) anyway,  there was a woman with her two boys seated near me. The boys were about 12 and 2 (interesting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted them to share a Yoo-Hoo. The 12-year old was going to get the Yoo-Hoo bottle and the-2 year-old was going to get a little plastic cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well DUH! The 2-year-old wanted the glass bottle too. It's not rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to throw a tantrum AS ALL 2-YEAR-OLDS do. (I am not a mom, yet this IS something I do know to be true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this mom starts yelling at the little one, tells him he is a naughty boy and she "can't stand the sight of him" and sends him to the other side of the patio. ("Scared for life" is what I was thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the thought did cross my mind: Kidnapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there a cried when I wanted to go get the little one and share my lunch with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama just broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for something a former friend said to me. She has 2 boys, and one day she was complaining about all the yelling and fighting and I said something like try to see them for the blessings that they are, this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she sent me a nasty email and told me I was blessed to not have children among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that she was sorely mistaken and that she is the one who is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded that she felt sorry for any child that I adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point that I severed all ties and started praying for her boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this makes me think "what did I do wrong" that women who treat their children as anything less than blessings get to have children in the first place and I don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why don't people who've had children so easily not see them for the blessings that they are. How can they take these little innocent ones for granted? How can they possibly think their lives are worse than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone tells me how bad it is having children, my reply is "consider the alternative: my life, childless." It's not for sissies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my infertility friends who have been blessed with children (one way or another) they all see and treat their children for the blessings that they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-53581498738751031?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/53581498738751031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=53581498738751031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/53581498738751031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/53581498738751031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-rant-way-people-treat-their.html' title='today&apos;s rant: the way people treat their children'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7851308924204434761</id><published>2009-02-16T15:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:13:10.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's happening again!</title><content type='html'>"oh surely you'll get pregnant now that you are trying to adopt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't these people get it? there is something physically WRONG with me that I can't get and stay pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need the "oh lucky me infertility AND your stupid comments" t-shirt!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7851308924204434761?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7851308924204434761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7851308924204434761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7851308924204434761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7851308924204434761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-happening-again.html' title='it&apos;s happening again!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-2753951392854402948</id><published>2009-02-11T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:10:53.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a bad, bad case of the "what ifs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if we hadn't moved from a metro area to the country to raise our children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if I still had my city salary!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if the doctors had figured out what my problem was with TTC 5 years earlier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if any or all of my 3 babies survived&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if I had health insurance that covered IVF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if I didn't have a problem with infertility at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if I could turn back the clock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how did I get here? this is SO not what I had planned for my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if I could be happy not being a mother (not gonna happen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if adopting a baby were as easy as adopting a puppy (which is what everyone else seems to think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if my little sister gets pregnant and gives birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm what ifing so much lately I'm loosing sleep. Maybe putting it out there will help. Do you what if?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-2753951392854402948?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2753951392854402948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=2753951392854402948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2753951392854402948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/2753951392854402948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-bad-case-of-what-ifs.html' title='a bad, bad case of the &quot;what ifs&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-40630441294922690</id><published>2009-02-09T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:43:58.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>DO NOT go it alone! trust me</title><content type='html'>I cannot stress this enough, DO NOT go through this alone. Please please PLEASE find someone who understand infertility to talk to. Please trust me, been there, done that. I do speak from experience. It is my goal to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot have biological children, I'd like to help others achieve their dreams, or at least manage their infertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who came to me over a year ago. She is in her 20s and having a difficult time TTC. Her OB kept saying "you have plenty of time, just keep trying." My friend knew what I've been through, so she asked for my advice, which of course I'm more than HAPPY to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest ANYONE who has been trying 6 months and is not pregnant seek the help of a reproductive endocrinologist. This is also what I told my friend. She followed my advice, and I am overjoyed to report she gave birth to a healthy baby girl just this weekend!!! All she needed was  little clomid to help her along. She is one of the lucky ones. But if she had followed the advice of her OB, she could still be TTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been kind enough to acknowledge that without me she would not be pregnant. I am extremely happy for her. Anything I can do to keep anyone from going through what I've been through, I'm happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, don't try to go it alone, you do need support, even if it's an online forum, speak to others who understand it really does help. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.resolve.org/site/PageServer?pagename=cop_arsg_home"&gt;RESOLVE&lt;/a&gt;'S website and see if there is a support meeting near you. Try online, there are many forums. Email me, leave me a comment. I'll do anything I can for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-40630441294922690?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/40630441294922690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=40630441294922690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/40630441294922690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/40630441294922690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-not-go-it-alone-trust-me.html' title='DO NOT go it alone! trust me'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7911084110087481880</id><published>2009-02-09T13:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:43:14.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>five stages of grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My counselor told me I am going through the "5 stages of grief," grief for not being able to be a biological mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly, terribly depressed last summer, did I mention that already? I actually thought about driving off a bridge. That's when I knew it was  B-A-D! If you get to this state, please seek professional help. I did and I'm glad. It has helped me immeasurably.  Or talk to someone, anyone, ME even! I understand the pain of infertility. I would not wish infertility on my worst enemy (and yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a few).&lt;/p&gt;I think I'm stuck in the anger stage, I think I've been here for about 4 years, so I don't know how long these stages can last, but they totally relate to infertility and it's pains. Um, well, I guess I've been to stage 4 and now I'm back to stage 2, interesting how that works... We are all unique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The five stages of grief are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denial" title="Denial"&gt;Denial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example - &lt;i&gt;"I feel fine."&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"This can't be happening, not to me!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anger" title="Anger"&gt;Anger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example - &lt;i&gt;"Why me? It's not fair!"&lt;/i&gt; or  &lt;i&gt;"How can this happen, I hate this world!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bargaining" title="Bargaining"&gt;Bargaining&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example - &lt;i&gt;"Just let me live to see my children graduate."&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"I'll do anything, can't you stretch it out? A few more years." or "I will give my life savings if..."'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_%28mood%29" title="Depression (mood)"&gt;Depression&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example - &lt;i&gt;"I'm so sad, why bother with anything?"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"I'm going to die . . . What's the point?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acceptance" title="Acceptance"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example - &lt;i&gt;"It's going to be okay." or &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can't fight it, I may as well prepare for it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7911084110087481880?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%BCbler-Ross_model' title='five stages of grief'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7911084110087481880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7911084110087481880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7911084110087481880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7911084110087481880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-stages-of-grief.html' title='five stages of grief'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1233899995783456414</id><published>2009-02-09T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:44:23.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>the mommy orphanage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SZB1M8QIPaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/i23r-Ohy1uE/s1600-h/page5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SZB1M8QIPaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/i23r-Ohy1uE/s320/page5_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300865626607730082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I would have thought of this. I need to get there, to the Mommy Orphanage, so someone can choose me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1233899995783456414?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.themommyorphanage.com/' title='the mommy orphanage'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1233899995783456414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1233899995783456414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1233899995783456414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1233899995783456414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommy-orphanage.html' title='the mommy orphanage'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SZB1M8QIPaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/i23r-Ohy1uE/s72-c/page5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4349516317329053673</id><published>2009-02-03T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:41:15.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>am I the chicken or the egg</title><content type='html'>I have no friends. Infertility has been a long lonely road for me, there's no denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, which came first, did I retreat into myself when all my friends were having babies, going to school plays, celebrating birthdays? or did they stop inviting me to be around because we now longer had child-free lives in common.  (man! I hate that term "child-free." one doctor told me it was time to face that fact that I was going to have to life a child-free life, it like germ-free or something, it's just not a term that should be used IMHO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I not want to be around people who have children or do they not want to be around me because I don't have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4349516317329053673?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4349516317329053673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4349516317329053673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4349516317329053673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4349516317329053673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-chicken-or-egg.html' title='am I the chicken or the egg'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4352940379568243846</id><published>2009-02-03T14:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:59:26.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can I just say this?</title><content type='html'>If I hear from one more person about "God's plan for me" I'm gonna scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually people with children who say this to me and it makes me feel like they and God both think I shouldn't be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I get a bad case of the "where did I go wrongs?" I'm a good person. I don't even run over dead roadkill. I try to live by the Golden Rule and do unto others. But with each birthday that passes I feel like "where the heck did I take a wrong turn that ended with with me here, and childless?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when people say stuff about God's plan for me, they think it's comforting? It's not. It makes me feel like a complete failure has a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else feel like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to adoption, where someone went through our life with a fine tooth comb to see if we are worthy of being adoptive parents. We had physicals, we had fingerprints, we had background checks, we had someone come and look through our home all to see if we are good enough. We were approved, but I had such a fear of failing the home study, of someone saying "you are not good enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people with other illnesses feel this way? or because their illness did not prevent them from having children it's a different ballgame?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4352940379568243846?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4352940379568243846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4352940379568243846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4352940379568243846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4352940379568243846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-just-say-this.html' title='can I just say this?'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5034347675374249987</id><published>2009-02-02T18:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:42:45.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>infertility lingo</title><content type='html'>This will be useful for those of you just getting into infertility treatment and/or for those of you with a friend or family member suffering from infertility, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;TTC = trying to concieve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IUI = Intrauterine insemination is a procedure which involves placing              sperm inside a woman’s uterus to facilitate fertilization. This              fertility treatment does not involve the manipulation of a woman’s              eggs, and therefore is not considered an assisted reproductive technology              (ART) procedure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ART = Assisted Reproductive Technology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IVF =  In Vitro Fertilization is the              process of fertilization by manually combining an egg and sperm in              a laboratory dish. When the IVF procedure is successful, the process              is combined with a procedure known as &lt;a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/infertility/embryotransfer.html"&gt;embryo              transfer&lt;/a&gt;, which is used to physically place the embryo in the              uterus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GIFT = &lt;a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/infertility/gift.html"&gt;Gamete intrafallopian transfer&lt;/a&gt; is similar to IVF, but the gametes (egg and sperm) are transferred              to the fallopian tubes rather than the uterus, and fertilization takes              place in the tubes rather than in the laboratory. GIFT also involves              a laparoscopic surgical procedure to transfer the sperm and egg into              the tubes. GIFT accounts for approximately 2% of assisted reproductive              technology (ART) procedures in the United States.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ZIFT = &lt;a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/infertility/zift.html"&gt;Zygote Intrafallopian Transfer&lt;/a&gt;  differs from GIFT in that the fertilization process still takes              place in the laboratory versus the fallopian tubes. It is similar              to GIFT in that the fertilized egg is transferred into fallopian tubes,              and it involves a laparoscopic surgical procedure. ZIFT accounts for              less than 1.5% of assisted reproductive technology (ART) procedures              in the United States. &lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FET = Frozen Embryo Transfer (Frozen embryos are sometimes referred to as snowflakes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5034347675374249987?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5034347675374249987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5034347675374249987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5034347675374249987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5034347675374249987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/infertility-lingo.html' title='infertility lingo'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4589598023362975072</id><published>2009-02-01T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:41:08.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a safe place</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about a group of infertile girls I know. They hang out at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://forums.fertilitycommunity.com"&gt;FertilityForums.com&lt;/a&gt;. This is a great group of girls (and guys) who are all in different stages of their infertility journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than going &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.netflix.com/Movie/Raising_Arizona/889628?trkid=222336&amp;amp;lnkctr=srchrd-sr&amp;amp;strkid=665003939_0_0"&gt;Raising Arizona&lt;/a&gt; on us, please get yourself to a forum where you can meet others who understand what we are going through. Trust me, it's a huge help. I've been hanging out there for 3 or 4 years now and these girls have gotten me through some tough times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4589598023362975072?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4589598023362975072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4589598023362975072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4589598023362975072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4589598023362975072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/safe-place.html' title='a safe place'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-7785304562131365555</id><published>2009-02-01T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:42:45.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>why me  &amp; infertility sucks</title><content type='html'>Ok, let it all hang out. I know if it's crossed your mind once, it's crossed it a million times. Please feel free to let loose with your "why me's" and "infertility sucks" here. No one will judge! Please know you are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-7785304562131365555?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7785304562131365555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=7785304562131365555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7785304562131365555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/7785304562131365555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-me-infertility-sucks.html' title='why me  &amp; infertility sucks'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1445898474596584881</id><published>2009-02-01T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:32:04.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation with my hairstylist</title><content type='html'>So I will talk to pretty much anyone who will list about infertility and adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my haircut Friday, I was talking to my hairstylist about is. She does not have or feel the need to have children. Unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she brought up the fact that years ago, before infertility treatment was available, what did people do. They accepted they could not have children and adopted or did nothing. We wondered what it was like during that time to be infertile, and if it was easier to deal with then the playing field was level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some can afford unlimited infertility treatment and can continue until they are blessed with a live birth. Others of us are able to afford little treatment and have to discontinue treatment without being blessed with a live birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it easier to live with your infertility when it was more black and white? Yes you can, no you can't? And more difficult now knowing there is treatment out there you cannot afford? I do not know the answer. But I thought this was an interesting discussion none the less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1445898474596584881?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1445898474596584881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1445898474596584881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1445898474596584881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1445898474596584881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversation-with-my-hairstylist.html' title='a conversation with my hairstylist'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-54090284938453884</id><published>2009-02-01T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:42:45.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>facts &amp; tips for dealing with infertility</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ob/Gyns are not equip to help the infertile girl. I recommend you start with a reproductive endocrinologist or as they are know RE. They can help diagnose your problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fertility peaks at age 27. No one ever told me that. This is a very helpful piece of information.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once your problem is diagnosed, you must be aggressive and tell your doctor what you want. Chances are, they will start you out on clomid. The plain truth is it's cheap. So it has been my experience that this is the firs thing everyone tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clomid does not work for everyone. Don't waist too much time on it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your doctor is not treating you (medically) the way you want to be treated, it's time to move on to a new doctor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are in charge of your fertility treatment, never forget this. You are paying for your treatment (and chances are it's not covered by your insurance) so be sure you are getting the care you want and need.  You decide when it's time to get more aggressive with your treatments, when it's time to move on to something else. It's your body, it's your life. You don't have time to waste where fertility is concerned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to be a mom, you will be able to stick yourself in the belly with a needle, this is a very small thing to overcome in the route to motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-54090284938453884?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/54090284938453884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=54090284938453884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/54090284938453884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/54090284938453884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/facts-tips-for-dealing-with-infertility.html' title='facts &amp; tips for dealing with infertility'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-63251016862306987</id><published>2009-01-31T12:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:42:45.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>how to treat an infertile girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask her if she'd like to talk about her infertility, and be willing to listen. If she prefers to keep it private, that's fine, but it will mean a lot to her that you asked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invite her to your baby shower, but do not expect her to attend. If you don't invite her you are treating her like she is invisible, by inviting her you are letting her know you are thinking of her. Also don't expect her to purchase a baby gift, when you are infertile, it is extremely difficult to be around baby stuff. Please don't be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to complain about your kids too much, a little is ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never tell your infertile friend how luck she is to not have children, she does not feel luck at all, in fact chances are she feels quite the opposite, unlucky with a capital U!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't joke about how easy it is for you to get pregnant "all he has to do it look at me and I get pregnant!" This type of joke is not appreciated by the infertile girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please try to put yourself in the infertile girl's shoes. "How would I feel if everyone around me had kids, is having kids, is pregnant?" It may be difficult for you when you have rugrats screaming at the top of their lungs and peeing on the carpet, but please try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell your friend she has taught you how lucky and blessed you are to be able to have children without ART (Assisted Reproductive Technology) or infertility treatment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to learn a little about infertility and treatments so you can understand what your friend is facing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offer to go to a doctor's appointment with your friend if her husband is not able to attend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell your friend you can't understand what she is going through, but you'd like to try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep reminding your infertile friend you are there for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added 02/01/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell your infertile friend when you get pregnant, don't let her hear it through the grapevine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-63251016862306987?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/63251016862306987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=63251016862306987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/63251016862306987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/63251016862306987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-treat-infertile-girl.html' title='how to treat an infertile girl'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4515603794087052735</id><published>2009-01-30T20:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:42:45.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>things NOT to say to an infertile girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;relax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;consider yourself blessed you don't have children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop trying so hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;want my kids? you can have them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think about all the traveling you can do without kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe it took me SIX MONTHS to get pregnant!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and once you move on from infertility treatment to adoption:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you will get pregnant now that you are trying to adopt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4515603794087052735?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4515603794087052735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4515603794087052735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4515603794087052735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4515603794087052735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-not-to-say-to-infertile-girl.html' title='things NOT to say to an infertile girl'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-1573781301218086896</id><published>2009-01-30T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:55:05.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>evil genius tees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SYNVf5beUtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/T8rUG_DEVjg/s1600-h/2576084.2931952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SYNVf5beUtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/T8rUG_DEVjg/s320/2576084.2931952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297171593198195410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? I could not post this on my family and friends blog, they would not get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, get yourself to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cafepress.com/evilgeniusstore/1993828"&gt;Infertility Sucks: Evil Genius Woman Tees&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at these tees will make you feel better, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I bought a brown, long-sleeved "I will be a mother" tee! So there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-1573781301218086896?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1573781301218086896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=1573781301218086896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1573781301218086896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/1573781301218086896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/evil-genius-tees.html' title='evil genius tees'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIRyWb5cKf8/SYNVf5beUtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/T8rUG_DEVjg/s72-c/2576084.2931952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-3745541257815330211</id><published>2009-01-30T14:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:47:48.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>care to comment?</title><content type='html'>Please feel free to vent and say how you really feel, don't hold back. I'm sure I will understand and sympathize with you. No kidding, I've had a very long 9-year child-less journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's totally not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it gonna be my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pregnant friend? Another baby shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be "normal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I being punished?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-3745541257815330211?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3745541257815330211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=3745541257815330211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3745541257815330211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/3745541257815330211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/care-to-comment.html' title='care to comment?'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6182739270247885565</id><published>2009-01-30T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:09:10.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how I got here</title><content type='html'>08.2000 started TTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001-2005 "unexplained IF," countless failed clomid cycles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.14.05 miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;09.17.05 miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.07.05 finlly diagnosed with PCOS (Rx 2000mg Metformin ER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.29.06 IUI + follistim #1 - failed&lt;br /&gt;06.23.06 IUI + follistim #2 - failed&lt;br /&gt;08.14.06 NI + follistim #3 - failed&lt;br /&gt;10.06.06 NI + follistim #4 - failed&lt;br /&gt;end of all treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.22.06 BFP (au natural)&lt;br /&gt;12.20.06 cornual* pregnancy ended @ 9 weeks (miscarriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.06.07 ok to TTC again&lt;br /&gt;11.2007 diagnosed with low ovarian reserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.2008   TTC au natural               still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.2008 decision to adopt (domestic newborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.24.08 1st home study meeting&lt;br /&gt;11.14.08 2nd home study meeting (the dreaded home visit)&lt;br /&gt;11.21.08 meeting with adoption attorney&lt;br /&gt;12.05.08 3rd home study meeting&lt;br /&gt;12.24.08 received finalized Home Study report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be matched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*cornual pregnancy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; maybe you are wondering what that is. It seems I ovulated out of one side and the embryo traveled across the top of my uterus and implanted at the opening of my other tube. We are talking rare. My RE wanted to record it. The nurse had never heard of it. For pete's sake, even gravity is not on my side! We were told we would have to make the decision to terminate the pregnancy or risk the embryo growing down my tube and erupting, which they said could cause death. Yeah. This is the kind of luck I have. Fortunately Mother Nature decided to terminate the birth so we did not have to make that decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6182739270247885565?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6182739270247885565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6182739270247885565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6182739270247885565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6182739270247885565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-got-here.html' title='how I got here'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-4291048976698654626</id><published>2009-01-29T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:30:02.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"i would die for that" too</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kellie Coffey's song about wanting to have a child. Emotional. Powerful. &lt;a href="http://www.kelliecoffey.com/"&gt;www.kelliecoffey.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-4291048976698654626?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4291048976698654626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=4291048976698654626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4291048976698654626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/4291048976698654626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-would-die-for-that-too.html' title='&quot;i would die for that&quot; too'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-6913319769992254088</id><published>2009-01-29T21:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:49:25.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for Juno</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with film "Juno," in fact I'm watching it right now and have it recorded on  DVRs in two different room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM a graphic designer, but not in my mid 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could find a girl like her or a girl like Juno would find us. But we aren't Mark and Vanessa either. We are just normal people. I work as a graphic designer for the local paper and my husband works in a boat yard. We have 2 dogs and a 3-bedroom, 3-bathroom home. No McMansion here. I'm just so afraid no one will want us. Does everyone who is waiting to adopt feel this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-6913319769992254088?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6913319769992254088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=6913319769992254088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6913319769992254088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/6913319769992254088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-for-juno.html' title='looking for Juno'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5787457232404261357</id><published>2009-01-29T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:42:45.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>"unexplained infertility" my ass</title><content type='html'>My husband and I left the DC metro area 9 years ago to live in a rural, family-friendly place in Virginia. Did I say 9 years? Shortly after moving we started TTC. After the first year, I asked my OB/GYN, what's up with that. She said give it time. I was 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's fertility peaks at 27, then it's downhill from there. This is a fact that I think everyone who wants to have children should know. No one ever told me, and I was 35, way beyond my peak. We kept trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another year or so we went to a "fertility specialist" who told us "for a price he could get anyone pregnant." Oh.... so.....  what might that price be?  $40,000!  Did I mention that when we left DC we also left half my salary to live the rural life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw another "specialist" and the cost was equally out of reach for us. Both "specialists" diagnosed me with "unexplained infertility." What a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading and researching, trying to find out what was wrong with me. I finally decided I have PCOS (&lt;a href="http://www.4woman.gov/faq/polycystic-ovary-syndrome.cfm"&gt;Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;). I went to a few more doctors and they all said I did not have PCOS.  Years passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after a visit with my NP, she called and said "have you ever been diagnosed with PCOS?" and I said no, that I'd kept asking specialists but they kept telling me no. She he made an appointment for me with a PCOS specialist and after 5 minutes with him, I was diagnosed with PCOS. About 5 years have passed since we started TTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put on Metformin to help control the symptoms of PCOS. I also started clomid to help me release some eggs. The worst side effect of PCOS is that one does not release eggs on a regular basis, so your chance of conceiving is greatly diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5787457232404261357?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5787457232404261357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5787457232404261357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5787457232404261357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5787457232404261357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexplained-infertility-my-ass.html' title='&quot;unexplained infertility&quot; my ass'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020319211810183395.post-5983673144747871362</id><published>2009-01-28T23:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:36:25.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of a blogaholic</title><content type='html'>I have another blog, two in fact. One for family and friends who are following our adoption journey and one for women with an unplanned or unwanted pregnancy who want to make and adoption plan for their unborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wanna spill my guts, say how I really feel, be frank, so I'm creating a third blog for myself and random passers by and those who understand infertility and it's pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to carry a baby to full term. I've had three miscarriages and to be honest, I don't know how I survived the heartbreak of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my husband and I are hoping for a domestic newborn adoption. The wait is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be 44 this year, and am not looking forward to another birthday childless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment. Hopefully I can teach you something about infertility. It's a lot like being invisible. And most people just assume you don't like children, which is so terribly hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020319211810183395-5983673144747871362?l=infertilityreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5983673144747871362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3020319211810183395&amp;postID=5983673144747871362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5983673144747871362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020319211810183395/posts/default/5983673144747871362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infertilityreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-another-blog-2-in-fact.html' title='diary of a blogaholic'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYEYMz9io8/TbhIHrwMkaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WjjZ5RI2UrY/s220/Annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
