I had this grandiose plan to reveal my true identity during Infertility Awareness Week. To lift the veil on the issue and stop lurking about, crying in my office, into my pillow and in my car when no one could see me. But, I do supp.

The adoption process moves very slowly. The wait seems like forever, especially because the wait to have a child started way before the adoption process ever began. But then reality set in.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow? PCOS is the gift that keeps on giving. But these are gifts that no one wants to receive. Now, hair loss? Just toss another shrimp on the barbie.

The quest to expand our family. Work have been great and told me to stay home for a few days to put my feet up and recover. My bosses are being so lovely and so flexible and basically allowing me to guide them on what needs to happen. I buy some bits and piec.

Things I Wish I Knew. Finally my doctor notified me that the results were in. They had to call the lab and track down my report in order to get them, but they got them. The lab missed the stat order and was running behind, apparently. Just as I had suspected everything was fine. I am glad to have an answer and be able to move on.