Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Making Lemonade Out of Infertility

I am guest posting today over at Jamie’s Rabbits. Come check out my post on the embarrassments of infertility…well…on the things that should be embarrassing if I had an ounce of modesty left in me. :) While you are at it check out the rest of Jamie’s blog. She’s one of my favorite people and she’ll make you laugh even on the worst of days. Enjoy!

5 comments:

  1. Hilarious post! I love it because it is so very true! Like you, I actually enjoy sharing some of these shock factor details about infertility. It no longer phases me to discuss it, but I love the reactions I often get. Not that I go into too much detail. No one needs to know the specifics of me accompanying my husband into the exam room and all for his complete work-up with the urologist. As my sister would say, things you never imagined when you said "I do." :)

    PS - from one infertile to another: congrats on the beautiful cervical mucus!

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  2. I came over from Jamie's blog ... I loved your post today. I am someone you might not want to follow, as I am expecting my fourth child. But I do have a heart for women who long to be moms, and I have walked through many a valley with close friends who have been down the road you're on. I hurt for you, and I will pray for you.

    On a separate note, like you, I have no vanity left when it comes to my body/bodily fluids and functions. Once you reach a certain point (for each of us it was for different reasons), it just ceases to be an issue. ;) I've written two posts recently -- one on hemorrhoids, one on pooping myself in Walgreen's -- that I once thought I would NEVER write.

    Just goes to show ... you never know. I wish you all the best and look forward to catching up on your blog. Thanks so much for guesting over at Jamie's!

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  3. Y'all are so funny! It is interesting how the older we get and the more intense our experiences with our bodies, we can lose all sense of being embarrassed about them. They're pretty marvelous, actually, even when they're not behaving the way we want them to do.

    Oh, and Lisa, as a complete channel change here, and I hope you don't mind me just kinda vomiting this family stuff on your blog here. If you do, just blip out this part. I promise I won't get upset. You and your friends were talking about how people behave around folks suffering infertility and thoughts have been percolating. Weeeell, that prompted me to do a little date checking in my journal. My first miscarriage was 5/14/81. The journal entry was short-- "Today I lost my first baby. D&C 7:30. Out by noon. Home with my untouched bottle of pain pills. Tylenol with Codeine. Let the pain be. At least, the pain proves I'm feeling something, so I must be alive." My second miscarriage was 7/11/84. You know when you were born, and how old you were on that second one. Your Dad and Mom didn't even want to tell me when she was pregnant with you, they were trying so hard to guard my feelings. You can understand how happy I was for them, how much I delighted in you...and yet how sad I was for myself.

    The docs said I'd never get pregnant again; that even if I did, I could not carry to full-term. I gave birth to your cousin almost exactly 3 years later, high-risk all the way, not expecting Bonnie to make it, not even expecting either one of us to make it through at one point. Meh! Doctors don't know everything.

    If it had been left up to me, I think I would have had a houseful of kids HOWEVER I could get them to me--fostering, adopting, natural, whatever. Unfortunately, I was not married to a like-minded man and you know how that went. The in-home daycare has been the closest I could come to having a houseful of young'uns, and that has to be enough for me. This blessing of a baby coming to you soon is going into many sets of loving arms. A lot of somebodies are praying that baby in, from the baby's side and from yours. I am thrilled for you.

    This is no lesser a way to get a family. It's simply another way. If we will focus on that baby and all the physical and spiritual preparation needed there, any possibly thoughtless comments will just roll off our backs harmless. It's hard to take offense when all that love is cooing in your lap and slobbering into your hair. Besides, parents ALWAYS get criticism, cradle to grave, no matter which way they go on any issue. It's part of being a member of the club. Hugs to ya, and sorry for blurting all over the blog. I will restrain myself in the future. I will try, anyhow. : \ --Aunt Barbara

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  4. Awesome post, Lisa! I laughed just because I completly identify with so much of what you said... and it is fun to watch other people's reactions. Entertainment at it's finest...

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  5. Lisa - thanks for bringing both the lighter side along with the seriousness of Facebook difficulties on the same day. Love the balance, it's much appreciated!

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