As I stare at the cursor blinking at me, it never fails, my mind goes blank.
All through the day, every day, I find myself thinking, "I need to blog about that!"
Thinking about, yet finding time to actually sit down and do so, are two very different things.
My days are busy, as you would expect for someone watching over two 21 month old children.
How did that happen?
Pretty Girl and Big Boy are doing great. They make me laugh everyday and cry, too. Big Boy is super busy and a climber. Pretty Girl can be the sweetest little thing, but she has a temper.
I don't ever remember Miss O. throwing fits like Pretty Girl does! I think M. and I are in trouble...
Speaking of Miss O., she turned 8 in March. For her birthday, as part of her gift, she unwrapped a big box full of balloons with puzzle pieces attached to them. After putting the puzzle together, she realized that her "big" gift was a trip to Dis.ney Wo.rld!
We are set to head to the House of Mo.use in just 43 days.
Before we get to relax, we have to get through the rest of the school year, a ballet recital, and the every day hum drums.
So, that's what's been going on here at Not The Path I Chose for the last few months.
What's up with you?
Monday, April 23, 2012
Making people talk.
Facts vs. Fiction.
There are so many "awareness" weeks for so many causes out there. Practically every week during the year is attached to some sort of cause, or rememberance.
I might have three children now, but NIAW, or National Infertility Awareness Week, is one that will never fade out of my view.
For me, infertility is not that raw, gaping, open wound that is was for so many years. When we were in the depths of our secondary infertility, I was consumed by it. Everything I did revolved around where I was in my cycle. I made decisions depending on whether or not I *might* be pregnant or have a newborn. It touched every single part of my life.
It's more like a dull ache now.
Everyday, multiple times a day, I look at the twins and think, "I am so lucky".
For me, infertility will always be a part of me. I'm not cured because I have the twins, I'm just even more thankful for them.
This year, I took a deep breath, and actually spoke to my MOPS group about infertility. It was scary, but I'm glad I did it. I don't want anyone to ever feel as alone as I did while we were struggling.
I put a face to infertility, and I hope I helped someone by doing so.