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.
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.
Every now and then, lengthy posts are too broad to get to the root of how we feel. Here are just a few of my thoughts as to why you should be ENCOURAGED today.
This week has been brought to me by the number 25(as in days until the gala), and the letter O for “overwhelmed”. Can we talk? *sigh* From writing for all these different sites to simply responding to emails, I’ve had a hard time staying on track because I have been beating myself up, something serious. …
Dear Mrs. Vance, I doubt you know how much your openness about the journey to motherhood means…but I would like to let you know…
I have a hard time with the belief that African-Americans do not adopt , because I’ve lived the opposition. I firmly believe that unbeknownst to the mainstream, we are actually doing the majority of adopting. So why isn’t it headline news? Because it is completely unofficial.
Are we, the infertility community, too sensitive? Are our feelings the responsibility of those around us? Is it fair to superimpose our emotional baggage onto those who are unfamiliar with infertility?