There was yet another pregnancy announcement in the Professor’s and my circle of friends. Their first baby was conceived when I was starting this journey. Now they are on No. 2. I love them and am so happy that she and her husband don’t suffer from infertility but oh my god it still hurts. It hurts like hell knowing that my tiny baby is at risk and I’m supposed to spend my days sitting or lying down while she continues to work and be active and her babies thrive. Everything about infertility is so fucking unfair.
Everyone we met at the ER on Monday would say the same thing, “You guys seem like such nice people. I really hope this works out for you.” Even strangers admit we are nice people. Why can’t we get a normal baby? I have always been able to soldier on and push my way to success – in school, in college, in my career, financially, through daunting health scares. Why can’t I have the same success with infertility? I’m having a REALLY hard time accepting all of this.
This is not an upbeat post. Please forgive me. I think I’ll spend the rest of the days before my next appointment on the 13th writing about sewing and home dec. I know this is an infertility blog but at this moment I have absolutely nothing good to say. I do have good crafting, though.
I made a rug recently that I should feature and I owe you all a review of my Bemz slipcover for our Ikea couch. I’m also making my own slip covers for our Ikea dining room chairs. Perhaps a tutorial on that is in order? The covers are time consuming but overall not hard and it sure is exciting to have chairs that no one thinks are Ikea.
Oh and my “sewing room” makeover is almost complete. Last night the Professor very sweetly built my new book shelf since I can’t do any heavy lifting. While he played with power tools I made a pot of sauce, a complete reversal of roles as I am always the one to assemble furniture (I have more patience and experience with Ikea assembly than he does). I could also share the recipes for our Thanksgiving dinner. I tested the vegan/gluten-free dishes over the weekend and everything minus the pie was good. (The pie filling to crust ratio was weird. I need to work on it some more).
What would you like to read over the next week? Seriously. I’ll take some requests. I’d do some Picture Pictures but since I’m spending the bulk of my day sitting or laying down they would be REALLY boring pictures! Perhaps a series of images of my dirty floor to debunk rumors that my cats are fake and I’m secretly rich and have a maid? (Really I just shove all the clutter out of the image frame and then Photoshop out the cat hair!)