Then again

The boys left to go camping earlier this week, and this morning as I walked to work I felt so light – both without weight and without dark.  I wouldn’t have been surprised to find that I glowed.  The week was replete with…

Mixed metaphors

I find myself trying on and shedding myriad metaphors for depression. Last week, I flirted with the metaphor of puppet theater in an attempt to convey the strategies one uses to function through depression:  you as the puppet master, dancing numerous wooden, yet…

Wellbutrin

When I went on Wellbutrin 15+ years ago, I described the effect not as a lightening of mood, so much as lightening (as in providing light) on my ability to judge.  Faced with a negative situation, say something as simple as spilling a glass…

Scrambled

I have had no compulsion to write for years.  Some of that can be chalked up to the chaos that is life with as many overlapping spheres of interest as mine.  Some of it can be attributed to avoidance.  Some of it can…

Needles, Needles and More Needles

Well, well, well. It has been a mighty long time since I last reported. The last months have been full on many fronts but first and foremost are body art and fertility treatments. It seems I have become a human pin cushion. First,…

It’s a Boy!

Not ours, of course, but I have a new nephew, and Eliot has a new cousin. On that side of the family there are now three boys and three girls spanning a six year range. Everyday it looks more and more like Eliot…

Running on Empty

I donated blood last Tuesday. Somehow in the thick of it last year, between missy #2 and missy #3, I managed to donate 3 times. Donating 3 times in a year at the Blood Centers of the Pacific (BCP) earns you a personalized…

April Fools

Yet another large window has gone by since my last post, with much news to share. After the last described, failed round of IUI, we began a new regimen. This began with going on the pill for two weeks. Huh? You say? You’re…

Avoidance

I’ve been avoiding writing something here for a while now. I guess I thought that if I didn’t write, then there was a chance we’d get pregnant. It’s amazing how easy it is to walk that ridiculously thin line between skepticism/hopelessness and fantasy/hope.…

Slippery Slopes and Incredibly Bad Timing

So another cycle went by with a big old negative result on the inhumanely expensive early pregnancy tests. I can’t help but think that we’ve been plagued with horrible timing in our attempt to have this second child. We really didn’t have any…