Posts from — April 2011

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1. Stirrup Queens (twins, books, writing)
2. Trying to conceive (IVF, MFI, waiting)
3. Here We Go Again (dead baby, parenting, random)
4. As Good As It Gets (infertility, parenting, adoption)
5. My Pathway to Motherhood (SMC, parenthood, life)
6. Dragondreamer’s Lair (parenting, secondary infertility, crafts)
7. Navigating Cyberloss (online loss, grief, coping)
8. Tippy & Tidy’s Tumultuous Trip To Toddlers (TTC#1, IVF, unexplained)
9. Everyone else but me (parenting after IVF, feelings, ectopic pregnancy project)
10. Sticky Feet (parenting, twins, recipes)
11. Write Mind Open Heart (open adoption, mindfulness, perfect moments)
12. Our Twisty Turny Journey (infertility, donor egg, cancer)
13. My Hormonacoaster (FET, soap-making, staying positive)
14. Bio Girl (parenting, family, FET for #2)
15. I’m a Smart One (parenthood after infertility, surrogacy)
16. Chasing Our Stork: Our Journey with Infertility (ivf, hypothyroidism/unexplained infertility, graduate school)
17. Life in Finland – Elämä Suomessa (infertility, life, randomness)
18. Lifeslurper (ivf, over 45, donor eggs)
19. for all the things we hope for (unexplained infertility, nursing school, miscarriage)
20. The 2 Week Wait (humor, ttc, ivf)
21. SurlyMama (SMC, IUI, 2ww)
22. My Seriously Broken Oven (recurrent pregnancy loss, adoption)
23. Ready for my baby bump (trying to conceive)
24. Singular Desire (SMC, miscarriage, over 40)
25. My Daily Mooosings in the Netherlands (simplifying life, culture, Netherlands)
26. A Year On… Our New Beginning {hopefully} (stillbirth, infertility, IVF)
27. The Ladies in Waiting Book Club (book club, support, friendship)
28. The Pursuit of Pregnancy (RPL, DOR, clotting disorder)
29. Failed Genetics (adoption, infertility, life)
30. Motherhood Meets Me (internat’l adoption, parenting)
31. Compromised Fertility (PCOS, life & leisure, IUI)
32. Someday (mfi, first trimester, emotions)
33. Planet hausfrau (kids, crafts, gardening)
34. Created Family (unexplained infertility, pregnancy, graduate school)
35. Trying for a baby (TTC, FET/IVF, endometriosis)
36. A Page In My Book (IF grad, parenting, everyday life)
37. MissConception (pcos, ivf, ttc#1)
38. Project Happily Ever After (family, life, infertility)
39. The Road Less Traveled (pregnancy after loss, embryo donation)
40. all i ever wished for (if, fet, 2WW)
41. Mommy Odyssey (repeated miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy, trying to be funny about it)
42. Olive You (sarcasm, infertility, marriage)
43. The Inadequate Conception (infertility, humor, new book)
44. My Lady of the Lantern (neonatal loss, recovering, TTC again)
45. Feeling Beachie (life, humor, family)
46. Zygotta is Getting Pregnant (pcos, treatment, fiction)
47. Wistfulgirl’s World (life, infertility, weight loss)
48. Modern Medicine Miracle (infertility, IUI, donor sperm)
49. The Long Way Around (trying to conceive, miscarriage, pcos)
50. The Birds and The Bees (ivf #4, immature eggs, fet)
51. Meier Madness (fertility weightloss life)
52. Hannah Wept, Sarah Laughed (infertility, advocacy, hope)
53. Lissie’s Luck (PCOS, IVF, life)
54. Because Two People Fell In Love (love, life, family)
55. The One In Eight Couple (TTC #1, infertility, hope)
56. A Peek into our Journey (PCOS, first IVF)
57. Then Comes the Baby in the Baby Carriage (TTC#1, TCM, hope)
58. No Suzy Homemaker (IVF, RPL, stillbirth)
59. Exploring Chaos (IVF, TWW, parenting)
60. Poor Lucky Me (neonatal loss, trying again)
61. MommyForward (motherhood, self-improvement, adoption)
62. Creating a Family (infertility, adoption, adoptive parenting)
63. My Infertile Confessions (pregnant with twins after IVF)
64. The Stork Drop Zone (humor, infertility, positivity)
65. I Believe In Miracles (parenting, infertility, adoption)
66. For We Are Bound by Symmetry (ttc#1, unexplained infertility, ivf?)
67. Barrenista (infertility, adoption, fancy cupcakes)
68. I Want to be a Daddy (male infertility experience)
69. Whitney & Erick (RPL, last IVF try, adoption?)
70. It Is What It Is (Or Is It?) (domestic adoption, adoptee, life)
71. I’m Very Far Away (infertility, IUI, asia)
72. The Pitter-Patter (pregnancy, loss, marrakech)
73. Did I Eat? (pregnancy, twins, high risk)
74. Embracing the Rain (mfi, dor, rpl)
75. A Toddler, A Triathlete and an Entrepreneur (secondary infertility, failed IVF, running)
76. GoTeamBaby (ivf, infertility, hope)
77. Bring on the Babies… (miscarriage, ivf, infertility)
78. Everyday is a Winding Road (infertility, running, IVF)
79. His & Her Infertility (Just Like The Matching Towels) (PCOS, azoo, international adoption)
80. That’s My Answer (question of the day, life, fun)
81. The Journey to Baby G (ivf, israel, anxiety)
82. The Deep Silence of a Long-Suffering Heart (mfi, ivf, miscarriage)
83. Cinderella Wore Glass Slippers (fet, life/teaching, adoption)
84. One Wheeler’s World (infertility, healing, life)
85. Weathering the Storm (adoption, thoughts, life)
86. Not Exactly What I Had Planned (severe mfi, ivf, icsi)
87. the misadventures of missohkay (pregnancy loss, adoption)
88. Adventures of Endo in the Arctic (endometriosis IVF infertility)
89. Holly’s Narractive Dream (secondary infertility coping)
90. The Rocky Road to Motherhood (pregnancy after infertility)
91. Marriage 2.0 (ttc, miscarriage, adoption)
92. Not Just an Army Wife (infertility, pregnancy loss, iui)
93. This Hampton Life of Mine (infertility, photography, mommy)
94. Articulation (life, books, randomness)
95. IFSerenityNow (ivf, loss, pregnancy)
96. Almost All The Truth (green, parenting, change)
97. Mommy In Waiting (pregnant, twins, IVF#4)
98. A Woman My Age (adoption, infertility, parenting after 40)
99. Cradles and Graves (pregnant after 2nd tri losses & infertility)
100. Diary of a Residency Widow (life in residency, PCOS, TTC)
101. One day at a time (army, torn, weight loss)
102. The Life of Miss Conception (cancer survivor, high FSH, miracle pregnancy)
103. A Summers Thoughts (parenting, cooking, family)
104. Journey To The End Of The Rainbow (ivf, success, motherhood)
105. Dealing with DOR (infertility, DOR, Creighton)
106. Searching for the Missing Piece (adoption, repeated miscarriage, creativity)
107. Wishing and Hoping and Thinking and Praying (infertility, PCOS, life)
108. Plans Change (adoption, pregnancy, infertility)
109. Bun(less) in the oven (infertility, no sperm, donor sperm)
110. Just us and the cat (fet, tubelessness, life)
111. carney exploits (infertility, unemployment, life)
112. G-d Doesn’t Make Mistakes (daughter, rpl, hope)
113. IUI to Roux-en-Y (surgery prep, weight loss, IF)
114. The Second Act (pregnant over 40, miscarriage, parenting)
115. Getting There (adoption, settling in, life)
116. We’re Making a Baby (IVF, twins, depression)
117. This is your brain on the verge of cracking (life(ish) after loss)
118. Storm in My Teacup (IVF#2 greyhound VW Bus)
119. Praying for a Little Miracle (miscarriage, coping, moving forward)
120. Our Little Family’s Journey (ttc#2, fet#1, pregnant)
121. wanna bee (adoption, loss, craftiness)
122. The Daily Miracle (secondary if, newly pregnant with # 2 thanks to IVF, humour)
123. Parenting After Infertility and Stillbirth (infertility, stillbirth, parenting)
124. Traditionally Nontraditional (infertility, TTC, life)
125. Infertility: A Diary (infertility, emotions, eggs)
126. Cats With Passports (baby after ivf, fet, autoimmune issues)
127. Bean Dreams (infertility, hope, motherhood)
128. Always Plus One (loss, pregnancy, life)
129. May I Please Have More (secondary infertility)
130. Four of a Kind (parenting, secondary infertility, loss)
131. Waiting For That Positive (IF, male factor, being positive)
132. Chois-R-Us (adoption, parenting, life)
133. Life’s Everyday Adventures! (everyday life, randomness)
134. All Aboard the Pity Boat (life, infertility, running)
135. Hobbit-ish Thoughts & Ramblings (parenting after RPL, cooking, life)
136. Rainbow Making 101 (miscarriage, ttc, fertility)
137. From the Heart of Alicia Marie (ttc, pcos, infertility)
138. Our Life Journey (infertility, faith, life)
139. The Lightness of Being on the Bike (biking, culture, travel)
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As you read this, I am watching the royal wedding.  Not only did I keep the kids out of school for this, but the reason I gave for their absence was “watching the royal wedding” because I have no shame.  We are eating tea sandwiches and scones and speaking in terrible British accents. (The ChickieNob has been practicing for days!)  I am not wearing a hat even though that was part of the original plan because I have two more things I need to go to today and I don’t want hat hair.

I shaved my legs for this.

We’re watching it with my mother because I watched Diana’s wedding with my mother.  And we are dressed up because this is a party, damnit.

Silly, yes, but 10 years from now, I suspect the twins will remember how their mother let them stay home from school to watch this wedding.  They’ll remember the scones and how the ChickieNob and I both wore tiaras.  What they would have never remembered was a random day of kindergarten.

So I am watching it.  Without shame.  And I’ll cry when they kiss.  Just because I’m like that.

Are you watching?  What is your favourite moment thus far (or, if you’re reading this after the wedding, what was your favourite moment overall)?

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ComOnNaPro (Comment on NaBloPoMo Prompt): Talk about the best wedding you ever attended.

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There have been so many fantastic myth-busting posts this week for NIAW.  I chose one for the Roundup, but wanted to give people a chance to list their NIAW post so people could read ones they missed.  Feel free to add your blog post below.  Please use the permalink url for the post and not the main url for your blog.  I will be deleting the entries that simply go to a main url for a blog since they’re meaningless for people searching for NIAW posts in the future.  This linky list will close next Friday.

Now go bust some myths.

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And now, the blogs…

Forever Reaching explains that not every person without children is that way by choice.  She explains what led them to resolve their infertility by living child-free after going through a long, emotional journey through treatments.  She explains, “We want children, we really do. But we wanted our lives, our selves, our marriage back from the black hole infertility brought them to.”  Infertility changed them and by default, changed their relationship.  I love this post because it points out the far-reaching effects of infertility.  It’s not just about a uterus; it’s about your heart.

The Other End of the Speculum has a post about taking a break from Facebook.  She has been posting information for NIAW online.  She writes, “Apparently, my blogs and postings have begun to ‘annoy’ some people on my friends list. They have commented and messaged me about my incessant infertility posts.”  And she asks an excellent question: “I don’t understand, if women are allowed to post status updates about their ‘baby bumps’ and ‘pregnancy woes’, why am I not allowed to post informative blogs and articles regarding infertility?”  The post continues on to explain how infertility has changed her.  Great opportunity for discussion.

Lastly, Serenity Now has a post about knowing that she’s done, but balancing that with reactions on the Internet.  This is one of the most brilliant insights I’ve read in a while: “Part of my responsibility of being a blogger, I think, is really grasping the idea that my readers have a lot of different mind-views when they read what I’ve written. Understanding that the comments I receive on my posts are infused with other mind-view. Which is sort of like going on a journey in someone else’s viewpoint. Except that right now, I’m in a place in my life where I want to really understand MYSELF.”  Go over and read the whole post.

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The roundup to the Roundup: I’m watching the royal wedding, are you?  Answer ComOnNaPro (best wedding you ever attended).  Add your NIAW post to the linky feature or visit some blogs.  And lots of great blog posts to read.

Sometimes, when I tell people about the community I’ve met online, they respond that the Internet freaks them out.  They ask the usual questions — how do I know that I’m speaking to an actual infertile woman and not a 14-year-old boy living in Kansas?  And I tell them that I don’t know beyond a gut sense that my internal radar usually rings when something doesn’t sound quite right (and yes, I have encountered people online that my gut tells me not to believe or trust).

These people talk about cyberbullying and people oversharing and all of the arguments people have against the Internet, and while I know from years of teaching that this underbelly exists, it is so not a part of the online world I inhabit that I can forget as I sit here on my neat and supportive suburban online street (with well-manicured blogs and friendly emails being sent over our white picket fences) that there are dark and strange back alleys.

And then you read an article like this one on Kiki Kannibal and you suddenly shudder as you see the complete inverse of our ALI community.  It’s a long, horrifying read.

I had never heard of Kiki Kannibal prior to Jenna telling me about her when she emailed me someone’s post about the situation.  The gist of it is that this Florida girl named Kirsten Ostrenga started a MySpace page and created an online persona for herself; a more outspoken, bolder, sexier version of herself named Kiki Kannibal.  She posted pictures of herself in provocative outfits and poses.  She videotaped herself nattering on about whatever comes to mind… in other words, minus the sexy pictures (unless you are massively turned on by a greying-haired woman in Batman t-shirts) what we all sort of do on our blogs.

She turned to the Internet because she wasn’t finding support in her face-to-face world.  She had trouble finding peers who understood her (sound familiar?)  I mean, isn’t that why so many of us went online — to connect with like-minded others?  I had friends in my face-to-face world who were infertile — some who even went to the same clinic.  But I still wanted to surround myself with others who said “me too” when I stated how I saw the world.

Kiki found other teens like her online and enjoyed the social aspect that comes from being with your own.  And then it turned ugly.  The Rolling Stone article states:

She didn’t realize the Web can be a portal for people’s cruelest impulses, or that it allows those forces to assemble into a mob. She didn’t know that her life was about to become an extreme parable about connection and celebrity in the digital age — that the next four years would be fraught with danger, threats to her family, and a violent death. She had yet to understand what a lot of us don’t comprehend: that our virtual lives can take on their own momentum, rippling outward with real-life consequences we can neither predict nor control.

It is difficult to imagine something like this playing out in our community, but I can say that one of the only comments I’ve ever deleted (beyond spam) was one that said how thrilled the commenter was about another blogger’s miscarriage.  That incident made me feel ill — I can’t really imagine Kiki’s world.

Nor can I really fathom her reaction to all of it, her desire to stay online.  Or the decisions her parents’ made.  But, then again, I’ve never walked in their shoes so I don’t truly know the decisions I’d make in the moment without the gift of retrospection.  It’s easy for all of us to sit back and judge as we see the story that has already happened unfold on paper.

And, at the same time, I’ve never completely understood why the Internet is held up as a different playing field since all the negativity that we see on the Internet could play out without the Internet.  People can still bully, still humiliate, still have dumb-ass moments archived for posterity.  You don’t need a computer to do all that.  Part of me sees the futility in leaving the Internet as well.  In a world where any person can technically torment any other person, how in the world do you actually run?  How in the world do you ever stop running?

It is hard to imagine that the very same tool that brings me enormous comfort and support is the very same tool that brought all this destruction to this family’s life.

Welcome to the fourth concert on the blog. Get your lighters ready because here we go…

[For those who are new: Concert on the Blog Series is a weekly post highlighting a musical, theater, film, or comedy performance. It’s also a chance for viewers to communicate with the artists via the comment section on the post. In other words, it’s free publicity for artists and it’s free enjoyment for viewers — a win-win for all participants. Please click here to find out how you can have your performance featured.]

Melissa the Emcee: Beyond his work with One Ring Zero, Michael Hearst also writes his own music — both quirky pieces for ice cream trucks or unusual animals as well as movie music.  It’s the sort of music you want to listen to early in the evening so you can go out to dinner after the concert and talk about it over tapas.

Yes, he has really written new music for ice cream trucks.

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And then there is the ever fun “Meh.”

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And isn’t this the most delightfully creepy movie music?  This first one is from The Good Mother.

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And this second, emotional piece is from House of Suh.

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And enjoy these 6-word memoirs:

More about Michael Hearst: “Michael Hearst is a composer, multi-instrumentalist, writer, and producer. Michael’s solo works include the albums Songs For Ice Cream Trucks and the forthcoming Songs For Unusual Creatures, the website Songs For Newsworthy News, and the soundtracks for the movies The House Of Suh and The Good Mother. As a writer, Michael’s work has appeared in such journals as McSweeney’s, The Lifted Brow, and Post Road. He hosts a podcast series with Rick Moody called 18:59 and is a producer for the website Cassette From My Ex.  Hearst has appeared on such shows as NPR’s Fresh Air, A+E’s Breakfast With The Arts, and NBC’s The Today Show.”

For those in love with the music (and please let him know in the comment section below), you can find him in many places on the Web:

• Website: http://www.michaelhearst.com/
• Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Michael-Hearst/133007470050315
• Twitter: twitter.com/michaelhearst

Now go mill about the lawn (fine, the comment section), hanging out with your fellow concert goers and chat about what you just heard and saw.

We had one of those life-changing moments a few weeks ago, and I’m really at a loss as to how to write about it.  Because when I try to put it into words, it sounds… well… fairly small to be life-changing.  At first, I was going to give up trying to write about it because it didn’t feel like it was my story to tell.  But I’m also quite emotional about it.  So, there you go.  I’m back for a final try.  Forgive this post if it’s a bit sloppy and all-over-the-place.

By which I mean that you may want to stop reading if you’re not in a good place right now.  Children are mentioned below.  Specifically the Wolvog.

The Wolvog is… let’s just say, a challenge sometimes in a traditional classroom setting.  Like most boys, he isn’t fantastic at sitting on the carpet quietly during circle time.  He also has a lot of “good ideas” such as reprogramming the classroom computers and has a tantrum when he doesn’t get things right on the first try and pokes the child next to him a dozen times just.to.see.what.happens.

In other words, it’s not really a shock to me as a former teacher that he might be a challenging student.*

But he is also sweet beyond words and creative to boot.  And he’s tenacious and curious.  All good things that I hope balance out the times that he sobs because he didn’t get a turn to answer a question.

I hope.

A few weeks ago, his teacher — who generally responds with a good-natured sigh when she calls me over to speak about a behavioural incident — and I were chatting at school. (This woman was so made to be a kindergarten teacher.  I’ve been in the classroom on numerous occasions when a kid will ask a bizarre question and she doesn’t even blink.  She just smiles at the child and says, “that is so interesting.  You should ask your parents tonight because I’d love to hear their answer!”)

She jokingly asked if it would be appropriate to ask the Wolvog for help with figuring out her new cell phone, and I told her it was fine — I’ve had him teach me how to use things on plenty of occasions.  We talked about the Wolvog’s penchant for all things electronic, the way he navigates the computer world.

And she told me that she has never had a student with the Wolvog’s computer skills.  I know all parents think their children are brilliant — and they most likely are — but it is quite another thing for an outsider, a teacher, let’s say, to confirm what you’ve suspected all along.  Your children are extraordinary.

She had a connection via a friend to the Wolvog’s computer idol and she asked it would be meaningful to the Wolvog to receive an email from his idol.  I responded that it would most likely blow his little kindergarten mind because he has watched him countless times on YouTube to give speeches or do press for a new product release.  So she set it up and a few days later, an email arrived in my inbox from the man.

I went downstairs and asked the Wolvog whom he’d most like to speak to via email and he brightly said, “President Obama!  Could you have him email me?”

I told him that I’d get on that, but for him to think about someone who truly embodies his interests.  I mean, President Obama is well and good (apologies, Mr. President, but we are talking about a kindergartener whose interests range from cars to computers; not the economy or military families), but wasn’t there someone else that he’d love to hear from?

The Wolvog thought for a moment and said, “well, I’d love to hear from St.eve Job.s.”**

I flipped around the blackberry and he squinted at the screen, and then his eyes got huge and he screamed, “how did you do that?”

I explained what his teacher had done, and he sat down to read his email.  Then he said, “it makes sense.  We’re both CEOs of computer companies.”

You see, the Wolvog has an imaginary computer company which rolls out new electronic products (and they’ve branched out recently into vehicles and bicycles comprised entirely out of light) on a fairly regular basis.  He runs his company with utmost seriousness, selling computers to all of his imaginary friends (with a fine business model — for people who can’t afford a computer he has a volunteer-to-own program).  So it made perfect sense to him that the CEO of a real computer company would want to chat with the kindergarten-aged CEO of an imaginary computer company.

I tried to explain to the Wolvog that this was quite special.  That his idol was a busy man.  That existing computer companies as opposed to imaginary ones take a lot of work to run.  And that he must need to shuffle through thousands of emails a day.  Therefore, taking the time to send one to a little boy was something that deserved a special thank you.

The Wolvog wrote him back the most chit-chatty email about his love of the iP.ad and I added a thank you below it.  I don’t think the Wolvog truly gets that other kids aren’t receiving emails like this, but I’m holding onto it for the future.  I hope having your idol tell you to keep dreaming is enough of a motivation whenever he gets discouraged by life.  I have premonitions of a day when he’ll feel beaten down and doubt himself, and I’ll pull it out again and say, “see, a bunch of adults all believed in you if you don’t have the energy at the moment to believe in yourself.”

His teacher asked the Wolvog to talk about the email with the class, and news spread through our tiny town.  People have been coming up to him to talk to him about it since and it’s interesting.  He’s the same boy that he was before this email was sent, but receiving it seems to have marked him.  He went from being the quirky kid with the imaginary computer company to being this tiny genius who dreamed up an imaginary computer company until he could make it real.  Everyone is exactly the same to him, but I’m also suddenly getting told several times a day, “I can’t wait to see what the Wolvog is doing when he’s in his twenties.”

Me too.

But here’s the thing — unless I botch up this mother-child relationship completely, I will get to have a front row seat to all of the ChickieNob and Wolvog’s accomplishments.  And that is somewhat mind-blowing.  That I got to be there from the very beginning, believing in him.  And very few people will be able to say that.  I count myself as so lucky to be in the ChickieNob and Wolvog’s lives.

It’s such a small thing.  An email.  Something we write daily without thinking anything of it.  And yet, it was life-changing for two reasons.  (1) It was the first time someone outside of our family looked at the Wolvog and saw his incredible potential… and celebrated it.  I mean, he is the pet of the employees at the local Ap.ple store, and plenty of people have remarked that he’s smart.  But this teacher is the first outsider who looked at him and said, “you know what, this kid had the potential to do something cool in life and I want to nurture that any way that I can.”

And (2) It is always an amazing experience to get to communicate with your idol.  I am well aware that his idol is just a regular man — a person just like you and me — but he has accomplished what the Wolvog hopes to one day accomplish.  And it can change your life — give you the necessary energy — to keep marching to the beat of your own drummer.

My mother always told me that I heard my figurative drummer so much louder than other people heard their drummers, but that I should march to that beat instead of ignoring it.  I hope that I always convey the same idea to the twins since they also seem to be people who hear their drummer much louder than the other kids around them.  And that can be hard.  But it can bring such huge rewards later in life.

And I’m just grateful that there are other adults out there that exist who want to celebrate the twins’ drum beats and encourage them along their respectively chosen paths.

If you could receive an email from anyone in the world, receive correspondence encouraging you to not give up on your dream, who would you want to receive an email from?

* Dear Wolvog of the future — I read this to you and you said I could post it.

** I placed the dots in there because I didn’t really want this Googlable, and I’d appreciate it that if you use the name in the comment, that you also add dots in.