Stories of hope from the other side of infertility. The Memory of Little Feet.

The title of the blog is a line from the HBO series Boardwalk Empire. The blog itself details how I discovered that fertility was not mine to command. Thursday, 13 August 2015. The morning after we brought Jate home, I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Upon entering the kitchen, I stepped in cat puke. Welcome to my new life. Only one month old and she has sass.

All manner of thing shall be well. You may have noticed, Gentle Reader, that I stopped blogging altogether for sixteen months. And I disappeared without a word of explanation or goodbye or. 8230; eep eep eep eep is she OK? Eep eep eep. Oh, God, I really. Damn it, that was not cool of me. Whatever Hex had done, I deserved it, and anyway I was lying about the prom.

The story of an anonymous inferile. Tuesday, April 21, 2015. Not the easiest way to get things written. And he has a bit of skin irritation around his neck that we have to have rechecked later this week. Friday, April 10, 2015.

Two chicks, two hounds, and a baby on the way. I had eye surgery as a baby that left me with a very lazy left eye despite years of patching and glasses. Unfortunately, I felt like exactly as much of a fish out of water as I feared.

To Boob or Not to Boob- That is the Question. I have been itching to integrate breast feeding.

Trying to find a bebe to save me from my infertile world. And then it was lost. The last few weeks have been a blur. Nope! So just before she turned one we were just getting back into it.