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I’ve decided to drink wine this evening.

Yellow Tail makes a charming Merlot.  A Merlot that has helped a bit.  I plan to be at ease by the time I reach the latter half of it.  Today warranted that sort of planning.

You see, basically, I got the same “news” today that I’ve gotten before:

Say it with me now: “There is NOTHING gynecologically wrong.”


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I’m not sure how many other women are sufferers of menorrhagia.  I’m not sure how many other women hold this frustrating condition to themselves.  Just about the only thing I am sure of is how much I hate it.

As open and honest as I am with most things on this blog, there are some parts that I just can’t formulate into words.

Let’s see, can I provide a visual?


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Private Parts


Back when I was still engaged, a fellow bride shared some wisdom from one of her elder family members.   It was a list of things every new wife should do to keep house.   There, nestled alongside gems like “Never go to bed angry”, was this little nugget,

“Your husband should never know when you are having your feminine time.  Keep those things private!”

Oh really?  Well whoopdee freakin do.  What stellar advice.  With tips like these, who needs Dear Abby?

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Books and Babies, Babies and Books


I know, I know, I’ve been away.

Sorry about that.  Life was doing all kind of life-like things.  First things first, I finished my Masters degree.  I am now officially a degreed Librarian.Photobucket {get it Kermie}

Not more than three days later, I became an EMPLOYED librarian when I was offered a teen services position at a local library.Photobucket {get it again, Mr.Frog}

And in the midst of all that was Mother’s Day and volunteering and a slew of other busywork.  But if you hang out with me on Facebook or Twitter, then you know I didn’t just leave you hanging.  However, I have been completely void of posting blogs.  Je m’excuse!

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Is this fair? Empathy and Prayers *BrokenBrownBellePost*


So, I was in prayer for our sisters in Japan when the FedFX guy interrupted by banging on my office door.  I knew it was him, I was expecting him. But I had forgotten that I was expecting him. He was there to give me a rush delivery of Repronex injections.  By the time I got to the door I was loaded with guilt and sadness, because of the prayers that I’d just finished.

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I’m in an awkward, awkward state of affairs at the moment.

While most bloggers and writers suffer from writer’s block and the feeling of having “nothing to say”, I’m feeling quite the opposite, but with similar results.  Not only do I have things to say, but I have too many things to say.  There are tons of tales and stories of the epic battle between my feelings and my progress, as well as a few scandalous rants that I just want to unleash.  Yet, I spend the wee hours of the morning writing to you about what I want to write, rather than just writing it.  Odd, huh?

You're Still Talking?

It is often hard for me to find clarity when my thoughts overlap and interfere with each other, and I’d rather not subject you to that.  Truthfully, I’m becoming a bit unnerved by the amount of things that I’m subjecting mySELF to. LOL  The transparency for which this blog has gained its momentum is not as easy a feat to uphold as some may think.  It is dreadfully hard for me to decide what to share boldly, and what to let fester in the corners of my mind for fear that I’ll run you guys all away.

For instance,

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The Blessed Irony of Birthdays


Where infertility is concerned, birthdays mean something different. Something far less festive. To be blunt, they are the embodiments of those biological clocks everyone is always talking about…