September 22, 2014
So there I was filling out that adoption agency application when…
Out of nowhere we get derailed and follow the white rabbit down the independent adoption hole. Apparently we took the blue pill when we should have taken the red because now we’ve popped back out of the matrix and are facing reality once again.
[Holy mixed metaphor, Batman!]
Only I haven’t done ONE DAMN THING to finish that application.
Me = deer in headlights.
We had made our decision. It was not arrived at lightly. But this whole rabbit hole experience has made me question that decision. Along with some new info from the agency we chose. Apparently it is NOT as easy as I thought it was to speed up the homestudy process. They say it takes 6-9 months. No expediting, no Roll Again or Proceed Directly To spots on this board game. I had really hoped (originally) to be approved and waiting before 2015. There is simply no way that will happen now. If we’re lucky we will be done with the homestudy around the same timeframe I had originally hoped to have a child in the house.
Once again I am in the spot where I like NONE of my options. It’s like a presidential election – you have to go with whatever you deem to be the least offensive option. There are no good options. They simply don’t exist.
I can’t get excited about this anymore. I just can’t.
And so I’ve done absolutely nothing to move forward. Which means it’s that much longer to motherhood.
ARE WE FUCKING THERE YET?
No? OK, fine.
September 18, 2014
Every year I try to reclaim Right Guy’s birthday. And every year I fail.
I suppose I’m making progress. Although we rarely end up celebrating his birthday on the actual day. And, frankly, that helps.
For those who are just tuning in, four years ago I thought he was going to get to see our first child on ultrasound on his birthday. I thought it was going to be the most awesome gift EVAR and the best birthday of his life. Instead we got empty imaging and a trip to the ER followed by emergency surgery and a 10 day hospital stay for me.
And it’s the gift that keeps on giving. At least to me. Although I’m sure he hasn’t forgotten about it I don’t think he relives it every year like I do.
So, yeah… the anniversary of the diagnosis that led to me fighting the zombabies for five months is upon us. Or rather, upon me.
It’s only upon you if you choose to click all the links. Some of those posts are a little…dark.
August 28, 2014
Oh, OK. Gimme a sec.
What can I do for you?
Would you like a baby?
Yes, please! What do I need to do?
Just do X, Y & Z and you’ll have a really good chance!
*waits some more*
*Does A, B & C also*
Why is there a flaming bag of poo on my porch!?!?!
Opportunity is apparently nothing more than a prankster.
Pranksters need not knock.
Can I get a sign for that?
No soliciting. No prankstering.
August 18, 2014
How can I simultaneously feel naked and exposed and yet also like a fraud?
I have put my (mostly) best foot forward. It’s my foot. But without the bunions. Is that fair? Is it fair to only show my good side?
I know many people feel like this is a common occurrence on Facebook but for me….it’s not my norm. It’s not that I share all my bad. In fact I tend to hide the worst like most people. But I don’t only share the good either. And usually I don’t feel like my Facebook feed is mocking me with other people’s perfect lives. Because no one’s life is perfect.
But an adoption profile is a marketing tool. Whether it should be or not is another question. It is. You put your best foot forward and hope it resonates. Maybe you include a photo of you in curlers just for character.
Oh wait. I should probably back up.
Two weeks ago we decided on an adoption agency and I started to fill out their application.
Then we got an email from our surrogacy attorney. Asking us where we were on our adoption path and would we be interested in hearing about an expectant mother and an independent private adoption situation.
*deer in headlights*
But…we don’t have a home study.
But…we don’t have a profile.
Can you get us one in 48 hours?
An expectant mother out there has our (hastily put together) profile in hand.
How did we get here?
Talking Heads – Once In A Lifetime: http://youtu.be/o7pVjl4Rrtc
We have a history of doing things backwards and making major decisions with little time. So far that strategy has not served us well. But…maybe?
August 12, 2014
So I went to BlogHer and then I stopped blogging.
I’m just super super busy. I’ll be back. I promise. There’s like, 12 posts sitting in drafts that need editing.
July 27, 2014
At some point, I will likely write a post on my BlogHer 2014 experience as a whole (probably on the other blog). But for now I’m writing about just a little slice of it.
As you might imagine, a conference for women will attract sponsors who often market to women. And if you’re a woman you are probably a mother. So walking around the Expo Hall and touring all the sponsors’ booths was a bit…I’m still struggling to find the right word. I’ll come back to this.
On the flip side, it was refreshing to see some sponsors that were not only NOT marketing to moms but also companies that don’t normally market to women specifically. So it wasn’t that I was truly bombarded or beat over the head with Mommy this and Mommy that. NOT AT ALL.
Yet…it was still there. Some were easy to ignore. One was a complete surprise that Mona & I stumbled upon in search of free booze – a baby product with an open bar. It was actually pretty awesome but totally unexpected. As was the girl working the booth who seemed genuinely curious about infertility blogging. She’d never heard of it. The whole experience reminded me of this.
Even though I didn’t feel bombarded by the presence of these sponsors I still felt it. And it takes energy to avoid the constant reminders that you are not a mother even though you’ve put your life (and your bank account) on the line to try to become one. And still failed.
I say this not for sympathy but just to describe (particularly for any new and/or fertile readers) what it’s like to walk around in a mommy-centric world after spending 4+ years and thousands of dollars, enduring 3 surgeries, being told you could bleed out and die at any moment only to keep living while your ectopic twins continue trying to kill you (for 5 months). Every single mom ad or kid toy is a reminder that you are not yet what you aspire to be despite all the time and effort you’ve put in to it. And sometimes it’s also a trigger.
So I was avoiding those booths. As were my other infertile friends.
Until it occurred to me that I’m hoping to have a child in my house within the next year and if we decide not to foster-adopt I need to save every penny I can (adoption costs more than IVF in case you’re not aware) and wouldn’t those free samples come in handy? My friend Jamie had the same thought.
And so I made the rounds for infant fever reducer and the car seat giveaway (I did not win) and all manner of other products for moms and kids. And somehow I ended up with nursing pads. Sigh.
But there was one booth I kept avoiding. I simply could not bring myself to visit it. Partly because it had no free schwag. But mostly because of its name: Merck For Mothers.
The name itself made me feel excluded. I am not a mother therefore this booth has nothing to offer me. I swear my skin crawled every time I walked past it. I just assumed they were all about something I could not and would never be a part of. You see, in addition to the name containing “For Mothers” their logo is a pregnant belly. Pregnant bellies are pretty much the absolute worst trigger for anyone who has lost a baby (and/or uterus).
But on Day 2 I ended up at a lunch table with two of the women who were working that booth and I listened as they described what they were all about. And I resolved to stop by. They still didn’t have anything to offer me. But their message is one I can get on board with. Their message is something I’ve written about before.
Their goal is to educate people on the dangers of pregnancy and encourage women to talk to their doctors. They are focusing on three specific pregnancy issues: Preeclampsia, Embolism (pulmonary) and Post-partum hemorrhage but their mission is to educate. I can’t (and won’t) write about or endorse Merck as a company because I have limited knowledge of the details of this campaign and know almost nothing about the company. But the message. The message is something I can get behind.
They asked me to commit to giving a friend a “PEP talk” but I refused because 1. I already talk about this enough and 2. I scare people when I do. But YOU can. You can help me spread the word. Perhaps if more people knew these dangers they wouldn’t restrict access to abortion and birth control. (yeah, yeah, I’m probably wrong about that but a girl can dream, right?)
< / public service announcement >
Back to me and my infertile experience. I’ve only just gotten home from BlogHer so I’m still processing and loving on kittehs. But in the back of my mind I’m trying to figure out why this struck me this weekend. I mean, every day I’m confronted with ads targeted to Moms, pregnant bellies, cute little kids I want steal away (but never would). What made it that different to see it at BlogHer?
I suppose the answer is that it wasn’t any different. I’ve just realized, perhaps for the first time, how incredibly EXHAUSTING it is to move through life actively attempting to avoid something you see around you every day. It’s not like an ex-boyfriend who you can avoid by not going to places you know he frequents. (OK it sort of is, you can avoid parks and Toys R Us prettily easily) It’s there. Every day. It’s the pictures on your co-workers’ desks. It’s the lady washing her breast pump in the communal kitchen at work. It’s the pregnant belly you see while walking to lunch. It’s almost every ad you see on TV. It is EVERYWHERE. And it is… exhausting.
That’s the word I was looking for.
One thing I forgot to mention is that I absolutely would recommend – even encourage – BlogHer for infertility bloggers. There weren’t many there. We need to represent. But I’ll address this more in another post (I’ll link here when it’s up). Don’t be scared of BlogHer.
July 22, 2014
In case you missed it I’m going to the BlogHer conference this week.
It seemed like a good idea at the time?
You only regret the things you DIDN’T do?
Anyhow, me and this dinky little blog will be there. Along with my even dinkier blog that no one knows about.
Yes, I have another blog. It has about 5 posts on it. Unlike this one, it has its own url.It may or may not one day go places. If I had to guess I’d say it will go about as far as the nearest Starbucks. But this blog will not be going away (I don’t think) but I’ve decided I want to write about things other than infertility. This is my whiny infertile space. And, for now, I intend to keep it. But I never intended to transition it to a Mommy Blog. Or even an adoption blog. Once it becomes more about another human than me I get…queasy. It’s not my place to (over-)share other people’s info. I’ve tried to keep details about Right Guy to a minimum. I absolutely over-shared about Wrong Guy but that was all part of me processing my divorce and he’s not in my life anymore. Although those posts are still my most popular.
The point is, if you’re cool with it that’s great. But the Mommy Blog is not for me. And I’m not sure how this adoption will play out but I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to share a lot of details. So I will be gradually transitioning over to the new blog for all things not related to my lack of a uterus.
Never fear foxophiles, the new blog is also fox themed. But since I like to overly compartmentalize my life I wanted a new space: X Marx the FoX