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A New Kind of Dream

Over the years, I’ve had many dreams about our journey, none of them happy. Most of these dreams have involved another miscarriage. Usually, in the rare dream in which we successfully carry to term, the babe is diagnosed with histio shortly after birth. The dream I had a few nights ago was different. I dreamed…
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Broken Heart; Empty Arms

It’s back-to-school time. That means sales and post galore of the first day of school. It seems that everywhere I turn, there is a preschooler going to school for the first time. It hurts. Dominic should be starting homeschool preschool this year. (Well, technically if he wanted to we could have started last year, but…
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The Truth About Infertility.

Truth Number One: Nothing hurts more than waiting for the first. Never knowing if you’ll be a mom. Never knowing if you’ll ever have a child. That is a hell I’d gladly never remember. Of course, at the time I was waiting for said first child, I worked fifty hours a week, spent twenty hours commuting….
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Letting Go

A strange thing has been happening to me over the last month.  After 2.5 years of unexplained infertility, I think I just might be finally letting go. The first inkling of this came a few days after we returned from my husband’s 40th birthday cruise in mid June.  We had spent a week with good…
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An inspirational story…I must share.

I suppose when you see a friend go through a tragedy, one that you cannot prevent nor help in any way to ease the pain, you reach out. Most people renew their faith in God or another higher power. Some reach out to family and friends. Others just shut down completely and question everything, every…
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Visiting the "Vodoo" Doctor for Infertility.

Okay he’s not a voodoo doctor- he’s a homeopathic doctor that my mom goes to. I’m in the land of “looking for options to get better, not just take Clomid and get pregnant” in terms of my PCOS. So I made an appointment and went to see him. The first thing he did was something…
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It’s come to this: bullet points.

I have a very best friend who I miss very much. This very best friend of mine is used to my sense of humor, will tap dance in cow slippers for a laugh, and is known to wear underwear and goggles on her head should the situation require it*. She’s a gem and lives exactly…
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