Our Journey

2002 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #1

2003 1st consult with an RE, you know, just in case

2003 Got Married (at 37 (me) & 34 (DH) years old)

2003/2004 Naturally conceived pregnancies BFPs #1, #2, & #3 and miscarriages #1, #2, #3

2005 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #2

2005 IVF #1, BFN #1

2005 IUIs #1 and #2, just because, BFN #2 & #3

2005 FET from IVF #1, BFN #4

2006 Exploratory surgery to remove scar tissue from fibroid sugery #2

2006 IVF #2 (w PGD), BFP #4

2006 Emergency cerclage for IC @ 16w6d (5 months + 1 week of complete bed rest at home ensues)

2007 Our son is born @ 38w by scheduled c-section

2007 IVF #3 for baby #2, BFN #5

2007 IVF #4, BFP #5, miscarriage #4

2008 IVF #5, BFP #6, miscarriage #5

2008 IVF #6, BFP #7, miscarriage #6

2008 DE IVF #7, BFN #6

2009 DEFET #8, cancelled, embryos don't thaw

2010 Decide to adopt domestically

12.17.10 Profile is live with our agency

November 2011 Consult with RE re: donated embryo cycle

Early January 2012 Cleared to proceed with deFET

January 2012 Freeze our profile

1.20.12 deFET begins
2.12.12 eSET of one compacted morula
2.22.12 BFN

3.23.12 deFET #2 begins
4.14.12 transfer 3 embryos (1-8 cell, 1-5 cell, 1-4 cell)
4.22.12 + HPT
4.24.12 Beta #1 = 48.4
4.26.12 Beta #2 = 125.7
4.30.12 Beta #3 = 777.8
5.11.12 1st U/S - Singleton!
7.12.12 It's a Boy!
12.26.12 C-section: Baby G is born, 9#5oz, 20.5"



Settling In

I planned to return to work by now, in some capacity, outside of the home. Between our older son’s private school tuition (and for those who wonder what that is, it is $1,300/mo and that does not include fundraisers or annual fund or uniforms), our mortgage, and the 1.25% we pay in property taxes on […]

“Should” Parenting

It is natural to have preconceived notions of what parenting will be like prior to having children. The reality of actually parenting little beings with their own desires/talents/wills/limitations is another story altogether. Add to that the conflicting information posted on the web, in parenting books, and on social media and it can be downright confusing.


Buried Under a Mountain

Oh.my.word! This has been THE worst season of sick in all my time as a mother. It started with the stomach flu (possibly norovirus) that hit the baby, my older son, and my husband. We’d barely recovered from that when my older son got the actual flu, spiked a 104 degree fever (the highest in […]

What It’s All About

It’s true that I always wanted to have two children. I’m not sure why that is or how the notion of how many kids one wants to have comes into focus, but that is how I thought it’d be. It’s likely a matter of finances and since public school isn’t an option where we live, […]

These Are the Things

I always knew I wanted to be a mother, or, perhaps better said, it never occurred to me that I wouldn’t be one. Given my challenging relationship with my own mom and that I was adopted, I created a folder in my mind of the kind of mom I hoped to one day be and […]

Captain Underpants and the Case of the Slippery Slope

Even though I don’t read for pleasure nearly as much as I wish I could, I value the importance and benefits of reading, especially with children.  We’ve read to both of our sons since infancy and I think the consistency has (or will, in the case of Baby G) instill that reading, and more specifically […]


Last week was my older son’s first day of first grade at his new school. We have been talking about this transition all summer, trying to ease his nervousness about starting anew. So, it was a day of much anticipation. We all got a good night sleep, the morning went according to plan, we got […]

Young Mothers Who are Dying

Even though I am struggling with depression and the myriad things that might be causing it, I am grateful for my overall good health. At 47, aside from thyroid disease for which I take daily maintenance medications, my health is good. As someone who was once in a 3/4 body cast for 9 months and […]

Gentle Mother

That is not how anyone would describe me or how I would describe myself and to some degree that makes me sad. I read blogs by some mothers who paint a vastly different picture of motherhood. Their posts never indicate that they have a hard day, are bored by the daily monotony of lather, rinse, […]

There is No Be, Only Do

(or, I am not the mother I want to be)

I usually don’t go this long between posts but for obvious reasons I haven’t always felt like writing and, when I have, I have a hard time pulling my thoughts together/finding the words to accurately convey the thoughts I do have.

I am a Type-A […]