Fit Is The New Black. I had higher, albeit more realistic, hopes for vacation this year though. Round-the-clock nursing ended a long time ago. This year would be more fun for all of us. I was, it turns out, mistaken.

Request Password for Protected Post. Oh, and my contact with the builder is still annoying the crap out of me. Yesterday she asked me where I wanted the switch for the garbage disposal.

An ongoing struggle with recurrent pregnancy loss. So many sad milestones have come and gone. Still sad but somehow clearer now.

I have been pretty silent for the last couple of months. I am working on figuring out this whole baby, work, life balance. It will get easier once 7-year-old Eva is in school again in a couple of weeks. I leave you with a photo of absolute adorable-ness; my son on his 4 month birthversary.

Dealing with infertility by writing to the universe. Have you met my conversation starters? They are either in a stroller or one or more of them is physically attached to me. They are the bright neon signs that I always have with me. They are the perceived invitation for strangers to come over and ask me invasive, private questions about my personal life or offer their unsolicited opinions. Because I saw you there too! August 6, 2015.

Do I Still Get to be the Barren Librarian? And then motherhood got hard. CD 21, 8 DPO and Bleeding. My breasts are now my mortal enemies. CD 22, 9 DPO. I am pretty sure I am better today.

Humorous and not so humorous attempts at life and creating a family. Mind, Body, Spirit Connection. I am throwing the entire kitchen sink at my fertility journey. This is to say that I have signed up for the program I asked about in my last post. And she may have some med.

Do I need to feel like crap in my countdown week? On A Corner Turned. Appendicitis in or after pregnancy. Misadventures in recurrent pregnany loss and reproductive immunology.