The good, the bad, and the ugly of our infertility journey. So I dropped off the face of the earth. At 22 weeks we found out it was a BOY. I was shocked, everyone was shocked, there was shock. And then there was shopping.

But first, I hope all of you are great. You, my faceless, nameless, blog writing and following brethren out there in the big world.

Trying to survive through life and repeated, unexplained pregnancy loss. On this day that I am so blessed to be able to hold my almost 10 month-old boy, I am thinking of all of you, out there, dreading next Sunday. Last year I had the extreme luck to be carrying my child on that day. Sending lots of love your way xox.

New to My Blog? Counterintuitive Is My Middle Name. First, it has been so long since my last post that I feel I should apolo. I would dread its approach like you might dread having your eyes gouged out with an ice pick. Ok, maybe that was a little dramatic. On second thought, that seems about right. All, right, all right, so maybe I.

Changing Winds, Changing Places. I look forward to sharing my journey with you and continuing to follow yours. Yesterday, we buried Anne at a National. Jade and I are managing well despite the chaos surrounding us. Thank you all for your continued support.

How to support the IFer in your life. The Special Olympics of Conception. Remember that episode of Sex in the City where Miranda gets pregnant from a single, solitary.

Today I am 5 weeks and 1 day pregnant. Baby is the size of an appleseed. But I have lots of decisions to make. But I am so excited. Somehow one of those little embryo.

8211; as of a few weeks ago he was 20 lbs, 2 oz.

All My Eggs in One Basket. Is it Thursday yet? October 6, 2013. Our best case scenario would include Dr B seeing 1 or 2 good looking babies with heartbeats in the healthy range. I could really use some reassurance right about now.