The sordid world of infertility brought me to blogging. Sharing my story in person, outside of a few close friends, was just too damn painful, but I found a real deep felt heart to the stories I read online. There was so much respect, so much honesty, and here I was: a shameless lurker.
I didn't even know where to begin with my own behemouth of a story. I was too shy, and it just hurt too badly to share. Infertility is a temporary condition and has a definite end and resolution, one way or the other. The tough part for me was the not knowing...not knowing if I would ever have my own child, and not knowing when. I bottled all of those awful feelings up inside (yep, I was a ton of fun at parties!), and reading blogs became one of my only outlets. What we went through haunts me still...and add that to the fact that we would love more children, but I don't know if my body is up for it. I hope it is. Mentally, it is.
But the ladies that shared their stories inspired me endlessly, and I learned a lot on the way. I don't know if who I am or what I have to say makes this worthwhile, but I feel I have to. I feel I need to. I feel I OWE it to the blogging community to share who I am. I owe it to myself. And, I also OWE it to y'all to be more upbeat and happy in upcoming posts!
A hodgepodge of crafts, recipes and money-saving tips and tricks from a nester searching for the same.
