My guy is as soft spoken as they come. Where temperament is concerned we’re the textbook example of “opposites attract.” If he is a stable atom, I’m a free radical. I push him out of&hellip

My guy is as soft spoken as they come. Where temperament is concerned we’re the textbook example of “opposites attract.” If he is a stable atom, I’m a free radical. I push him out of&hellip
I pulled my car into the hotel garage where the BlogHer conference would take place and found it ironic that two women with infants tucked snuggly in Baby Bjorns were there to greet me …&hellip
Usually I get a little hot under the collar when I hear parents muse longingly about whether their life would have been happier without kids. Oh, to even have kids to imagine away. Such parental&hellip
The first has a pageboy haircut and the defiant attitude expected of a little girl with two older brothers. The second has the natural curiosity and disposition of a leader that comes with being the&hellip
Today’s post concerns fighting. It’s something I hadn’t thought all that much about until Nancy, a fellow blogger, sent me a package in the mail. It contained a pair of red boxing gloves. Attached to&hellip
Role models after failed IVF are hard to come by. Understandably, we’re in all new territory. Nevertheless, I’m devoting this year to making huge leaps and bounds in managing my infertility and its legacy. For&hellip
The voice of the late 20-something echoed in the ladies room. “I wonder if I’ll be as laid back as Christina when I get pregnant…” When I get pregnant. A casual, off-handed expression of inevitability.&hellip
After my minor setback this week I decided to throw myself on the couch. Dr. PJ (my pragmatic head) will have a session with Pamela Jeanne (my unpredictable heart). Dr. PJ: You were making so&hellip
My guard was down otherwise how could such an ordinary email catch me sideways? Here I was thinking I’d evolved, gotten the upper hand in this whole heart vs. head infertility battle. What did I&hellip
Death has been a little too familiar of late. On the same day my friend lost her brother my uncle passed away. A man in his mid-70s, I recall him mostly as shy and soft-spoken&hellip
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