Friday, May 25, 2007

The Unexpected

Ok the last 24 hours have been crazy for me. Good news bad news and just plain weird news. Yesterday I find out than an ex whom I thought I left on the east coast 6 years ago now lives 1 hour away from me on the west coast. Then I call an old friend today only to find out that another friend is HIV positive and then I call a call from a friend who is pregnant.

She called 45 minutes ago and said I have good news. And of course in my sarcasm (in a good way) I said "What? you having a baby?" and to my surprise I was right, my November baby. Who's Decemeber gonnna be? I don't know yet but I will know soon and I will keep you updated..

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

Woman defends decision to give birth at 60 - TODAY: People -

Advanced Maternal Age

Here we go again. I'm not going to talk about whether or not she should have had a child at this age because it's irrelevant in my personal opinion. The baby is here and it should be a happy occasion. What shocked me more in the fact that the IVF worked for her. I think it's amazing and gives hope to women trying to conceive after 40. We can look at this in two ways. We can be positive and hopeful or we can be negative and wonder why her and not me. I think being positive is the answer. After all nothing comes into existence without against the Will our Creator and who are we to question His judgment.

I guess you can see I'm making some personal progress lately. I have my days but I'm now content with whatever happens. The article is below in case you missed it.

And why does it seem to be so easy for these women to conceive at this age? I wonder.
Woman defends decision to give birth at 60 - TODAY: People -


Monday, May 14, 2007

A Happy Mother's Day

May Baby Arrives

I hope everyone made it through Mother's Day with flying colors. I did very well and I'm continuing to stay positive. I know that my infertility is for a reason and temporary and I accept that when it happens for me, it will be at the best time and the same is true for all of you also.

My May due date friend had her baby yesterday morning. What a gift! I know I'm not alone in feeling that Mother's Day is every day and we can never repay them or show enough appreciation for them.

I just read this beautiful story on I'm sure some of you have seen it already but I'll post it again.

>>We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that
>>she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking
>>a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
>>"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
>>"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more
>>spontaneous vacations."
>>But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to
>>decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn
>>in childbirth classes.
>>I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child-bearing will heal,
>>but becoming a mother will l leave her with an emotional wound so raw
>>that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she
>>will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been
>>MY child?"
>>That every plane crash and every house fire will haunt her. That when
>>she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything
>>could be worse than watching your child die.
>>I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that
>>no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her
>>to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call
>>of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a
>>I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has
>>invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood.
>>She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an
>>important business s meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell.
>>She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running
>>home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
>>I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be
>>routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room
>>rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That
>>right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children,
>>issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the
>>prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
>>However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess
>>herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I
>>want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of
>>pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her
>>life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a
>>child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her
>>offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to
>>accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
>>I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will
>>become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband
>>will change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand
>>how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or
>>who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know
>>that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now
>>find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will
>>feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice
>>and drunk driving.
>>I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child
>>learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a
>>baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I
>>want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
>>My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in
>>my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across
>>the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for
>>her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their
>>way into this most wonderful of callings.
>>Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends
>>who may someday be Moms.
>>May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart!

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