Tag: donor egg

Would you like some PTSD with that ?

So eight weeks of bleeding y’all. Eight weeks on my period was what it took to get me into a doctor. I had talked to my naturopath about it and she had recommended I start on Vitex, to help regulate it, but I knew deep down that whatever’s going on with my body is beyond herbal supplements. When I first…

Eco-licious

Thank you, Dr. King. Your inspiration continues to this day, 50 years after we lost you, and we will never give up hope for a better tomorrow. It’s a big day. Read this. And on other topics… “Where once she was edgy and provocative, she is now absurd and offensive. Her views are muddled and incoherent. She is more invested…

Week in Pictures

This week has been an interesting one. Saying goodbye to the 4 acre property that we knew would turn into a headache rather than a blessing was hard, but ultimately the right decision, and now we wait and see what comes up. The hardest part!! So with that, we are continuing to prepare for the unknown – and one of…

Facing it Head On (& burning it down)

Throughout the years of infertility treatments, I never once read a book about the topic. No interest whatsoever. I didn’t want to read some bullshit “it only takes one egg” or “do these yoga poses and your eggs will magically reappear in your ovaries” inspirational publications, and I didn’t want to read a book by someone who got their happy…

The dreams that you dare to dream…

In an effort to start the slowly-but-surely process of auditing what we have, what we need to minimize, and what we can put away in preparation for scooting off on our next adventure to the countryside next year, I found this pink owl, sitting in the corner with the other stuffed animals that have been gathering dust since we decided…

Ball’s in my court…

Purgatory, that’s kind of how my life has felt, not knowing from one day to the next where the next hit will come from, how optimistic or pessimistic I should be, if I’ve got good things just behind the next bend or I’m about to see more kaka hitting the fan, et cetera. So I stand here, behind the curtain,…

Rediscovery

I was watching television on a Saturday night, thinking “is this all there is?” and the loneliness enveloping me. It’s what’s made me eat when I shouldn’t, that numbing food addiction that made me say to myself “tonight I’m going to fuck over my body with unkind food choices.” And I get sick and I cry to myself, because it’s…