It’s never our place to meddle in someone else’s life and choices, but is it ever appropriate to give them the extra push they might need towards adoption? Check out my opinion by clicking the link below
Being away from your kids is hard. This isn’t news to anyone who is a parent. This probably also isn’t news to anyone who is not a parent either. But what they don’t tell you is that instead of getting easier with every child, it gets harder. And not just harder relative to the number of kids you have. No. It gets exponentially harder with each child.
I go back to work tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure I’ve cried every day this past week whenever I’ve thought about it. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my job, and I love where I work. It’s a supportive, positive atmosphere where I truly believe the staff really cares for one another. And you can’t have a much better job then making music with kids every day. Except for being a mom. Continue reading “The End of Maternity Leave”
I realize that I touched on, but never really went into detail on how I went from having a 1% chance of conceiving to giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. Don’t worry, this isn’t a birds and the bees ‘how babies are made’ blog, this is a blog about acupuncture. Continue reading “How DID you get pregnant???”
Even though I have a beautiful family now, I still remember how it felt when I was a hopeful adoptive parent…from baby showers to bitterness, there’s a lot of emotions that can make you feel invisible. I know. I walked in those shoes, and my experiences will forever shape the kind of person and mother I am and continue to be.
To read the letter please click on the link:
I see you hopeful adoptive parents. You’re not invisible to me.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this phrase – before, during, and after our adoption process. And, although it happens, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
This week is National Infertility Awareness Week. Infertility has become a bad word, a taboo topic, something people are ashamed of or try to sweep under the rug. I’m suggesting a different approach – TALK ABOUT IT! Ask questions! Let’s stop making women feel inferior for their bodies not being able to create or carry children.
I wrote an article comparing the stories of Vincent’s birthmom and myself. It’s about empathy. And love. Mostly love.
Please click the link to read the full article.
I stepped on the scale this morning and a very unpleasant number stared back at me. Yikes, I thought. I haven’t weighed this much since after I got out of college, lived back at home, and thought I could eat whatever I wanted, not work out, and be totally fine. Mind you, I was 22 when that happened, and now it’s 11 years later, and a whole lot easier to gain weight and a whole lot harder to lose it.
Prior to my infertility diagnosis, I started watching what I ate and logging my calories. For me, that’s the only course of action that works. I use My Fitness Pal, log my exercise and what I ate, and try my best to stay at or under my calories each day. When you’re responsible for writing down everything you put in your mouth, those chocolate covered marshmallow eggs seem far less appealing knowing that they’ll quickly bump those calories consumed up, up, up. Continue reading “The Weight of Weight”
I haven’t posted much lately about my miscarriage. My life has been going on as normal, but it’s not like I’ve forgotten. There is no possible scenario where I could forget or 100% heal. I just choose (for my own happiness and well being) not to dwell 24/7 on something so sad when I have wonderful things happening every day right in front of my eyes.
I was able to put into words how being a mom, specifically an adoptive mom, helped me cope with my miscarriage. Please read the article linked below.
This is an angry post filled with hate and foul language directed at my infertility. If you don’t like that or don’t think I’m capable of such profanities, please don’t read any further. I will not justify or apologize for what I wrote. It’s a very honest representation about how I’m currently feeling. And I know I just posted an article about being humble, and I’m turning right around and posting this very negative, pessimistic article, so feel free to call me a big, fat hypocrite if that makes you feel better or if you feel I deserve it. I can handle it. These are the type of emotional mood swings that infertility can cause you to have. You’ve been warned if you choose to read on.
It’s not pretty.