Everyone loves a happy ending. All this is not to deny.

8230;the open-mindedness with which one must look and listen, record in astonishment and wonder that which one would not have been able to guess. But wait, go back a second, why did I stop blogging? And now Baby Brother is two! Posted in Baby brother.

I am actually still loitering around the Internet. Sometimes I stop by to dust the widgets. However, for various reasons and mainly as a cost saving measure, Ive moved the whole blog to Wordpress. The archives are more readily accessible. You can find me there at www. When I was a student I was forever receiving comments from my teachers that my concluding remark.

Borrowing trouble, with interest, since 1970. Food, not so glorious. Ivf 2ish-hell bent for egg retrieval. IVF 3ish-Hell bent for live baby. IVF 5- last tango in the petrie dish. No eggs in this basket! It Takes a Village, Evidently - To Make a Child.

Why Should This Have Ended Normally? December 26, 2012. I was able to speak to our nurse, who happily told me that the CO2 levels had started to drop overnight, and that he was having a great morning. As I was quickly becoming accustomed to doing, I started to cry like a baby. I knew enough that these positive signs on day 4 were what you wanted. He was going to be okay.

Housing the unconfinable since two thousand four.

a sudden fancy; idle and passing notion; capricious idea or desire. Friday, November 20, 2009. I was just remember the day I stood in line, at the bookstore waiting to see Winnie the Pooh. My older daughter, who was 4 years old at the time, learned about the visit from her preschool 2 weeks prior. WHY DO THEY ANNOUNCE THESE THINGS 2 WEEKS. PRIOR TO THE EVENT AND TO A SMALL CHILD. I would never know! This bear was NOT POOH! As soon as I put her down, she started makin.

I was reading through my old posts today, laughing, crying and feeling terribly nostalgic. I realized that I really miss the IF community and I also really miss writing here. Blogging was such an outlet for me in so many ways. I love writing and being creative and it always brought me such great pleasure recreating the events of my life for my online friends to share. So I stopped everything related to TTC and just started living.

The bizarre, maddening, craziness that your life becomes upon repeated in-vitro attempts. I am persuaded to go ahead and submit one. Doing all the things I imagined I would, plus a few I never imagined.