tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85895297397233084032012-02-22T13:40:35.635-05:00Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.comBlogger931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-78654980386505870392012-02-16T11:37:00.000-05:002012-02-16T11:37:51.693-05:00

Well, the whole thing today wasn't so bad.  The sonogram itself wasn't that bad, except for having people up in my business for longer then they normally would be on a monitoring day.  Hubby is currently making Bean lunch and I'm hanging out on the couch with a little cramping, but really not bad at all.  I won't get the official word on everything until my doctor returns to the office next week

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I forgot how exhausting it is to worry so much.  To be uncertain of what's ahead.  I have worried since Bean was born, but not as much in this way and not along with the feeling that I have no control over the situation.  I've reverted back to things I used to do three years ago when we were still trying to get pregnant.  I've lost motivation to do things I want to do.  I don't really have a huge

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-7912825658392283152012-02-13T14:34:00.000-05:002012-02-13T14:34:28.312-05:00

I've gotten used to the fact that I'm abnormal when it comes to making babies.  I've even gotten used to my particular kind of abnormal.  I know well enough not to expect anything to work a certain way, and yet I have come to depend upon the broken ways that I work.  Anyway, all that to say I was really surprised when my period started a week and a half after it stopped.  That's not "normal" for

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Tomorrow morning I'm going in for my first real trip back to the RE.  Blood work and ultrasound to see if things are a go.  I'm not prepared at all.  My period ended a week and a half ago and then seemingly started up again this week.  Bean was sick at the time so I decided to wait for my next period to get started.  I thought I had more time to prepare myself.  I had this list of things to do in

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-43058598219515624862012-02-06T18:42:00.002-05:002012-02-06T19:44:11.632-05:00

A commenting problem.  I often type comments on blogs. Thoughtful ones.  I take my time.  And then I never submit them. Mostly I just stop myself because I wonder if the person whose blog I'm commenting on will care to hear what I have to say.  If what I have to say matters.  Usually I decide to just forget about it.  But then I read a blog post about commenting and I started thinking about it

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This week has been stressful.  The good news is that it looks like my parents house is going to be sold by the middle of March.  The bad news is, they need a place to live by the middle of March!  And that was falling pretty solely on my shoulders and looking a little dire.  I mean, they would have had a place to live, but not necessarily one that they would have really wanted to live in.  So it

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-31060212490758627432012-01-30T13:09:00.000-05:002012-01-30T13:09:45.467-05:00

As I get older, I realize that it gets harder and harder to make good friends.  I have loads of acquaintances, and I have a handful of amazing friends that started a decade or more ago, but the really good friends I have discovered in the last few years are few and far between.  This has been a challenge for me because most of my really amazing friends don't live nearby (although I have been

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Wow!  So much has happened and I have so much to tell you.  I feel like I could write for a week and still not get it all out the way I want.  My time is limited as Bean is napping, so I'll try to give you the condensed version.  Oh how I wish the posts that I write in my head in the shower, while walking Pup Pup, or while rocking Bean would magically end up in my computer! First off, I've been

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-55188271542297481832012-01-13T12:11:00.000-05:002012-01-13T12:11:10.930-05:00

I've been working on a post since this weekend about my trip (I went!!!) and the ways that it has changed my life (dramatic sounding, but true).  Instead of telling you all about that though, I'm going to tell you about how I got barfed on this morning. I've worked with kids my whole life.  Babysitter, Camp Counselor, Daycare/Elementary School Teacher.  I've done it all.  I've dealt with all

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-83567358957125790002012-01-05T22:30:00.000-05:002012-01-05T22:30:30.385-05:00

I've never had a panic attack, I don't think, but I feel as if I'm on the verge of one.  Saturday I have plans to be away, overnight, from Bean.  It will be the longest and farthest I've ever been from her.  It's supposed to be a fun trip for me, but I'm really only doing it because I feel like it would be good for Bean.  In case I can't always be there.  So that she's prepared and doesn't feel

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-5513945482686051702011-12-29T12:21:00.001-05:002011-12-29T12:23:45.432-05:00

There have been moments in my life where I gain absolute clarity for absolutely no good reason.  I'm never quite sure what the catalyst is, but it doesn't really matter.  It always reminds me of third grade, when someone finally realized that I couldn't actually see as well as I should be able to and my parents got me glasses.  The moment I put them on, the world suddenly came into focus and was

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It may have taken much too long, but I've let go of all the things I "need" to do, all the expectations of the holidays, all the pressure I put on myself.  I have had my reality checks, my reminders of what this season, and all year really, is all about.  A reminder of what is important.  It may not be perfect, but I am so thankful for my life.  For everyday.  For my little family.  My amazing

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-85499498915863727182011-12-16T12:57:00.000-05:002011-12-16T12:57:03.668-05:00

I'm still here, just getting swallowed whole by the holidays.  Bean's sick, has been for a week now and it's super sad.  I hope she's better for Christmas.  Hubby has been doing work things in the evening three nights this week.  We're all exhausted.  And today my aunt, the one I talked about over the summer who has breast cancer, is having a mastectomy.  So emotionally I'm drained as well.  My

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-74366791937316702542011-12-07T13:01:00.000-05:002011-12-07T13:01:20.770-05:00

*Sigh* Gym class, once again.  This week it was a mom that I haven't even really talked to ever.  We were talking for two minutes about her sons cough (after he coughed on Bean) and that he wasn't sick but she thought he just had allergies.  And the next breath was about how she's 11 weeks pregnant.  Do I have a "kick me, I'm infertile!" sign on my back???  *Sigh*

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-20456981902769827352011-12-06T12:09:00.000-05:002011-12-06T12:09:20.414-05:00

Obviously I haven't been keeping up with the idea of blogging every day and mentioning something that I'm thankful for or that makes me joyful.  I was foolish to think that at the busiest time of the year, I would somehow defy physics and create extra time in each day.  I have however, been keeping this in mind each day though.  I've been trying to slow down for a moment and focus on the good.  

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-3208739751804932752011-12-02T23:26:00.000-05:002011-12-02T23:26:21.185-05:00

There are times when I'm really tired and I don't appreciate the time I spend with Bean in the rocking chair in her room enough.  When I'm less tired, I relish it because I realize how quickly she's growing and that all too soon, she won't want her mama to be rocking her anymore.  Tonight I had one of those special moments.  I had a rare night out to dinner with some friends and came home just in

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-88159684426349054442011-12-01T20:34:00.000-05:002011-12-01T20:34:21.164-05:00

I still struggle in small ways everyday with being an infertile mama.  I keep thinking the two parts of me will somehow magically seperate themselves.  That I can be an infertile in the quiet moments when Bean is sleeping or calmly reading books.  That I won't have to face the reality of it all in the middle of the mama moments.  But that's a crazy idea because when you're infertile, you don't

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-58351890371935086332011-11-28T22:36:00.000-05:002011-11-28T22:36:19.731-05:00

As I've mentioned before, earlier this year I started a moms group for moms who started their families after struggles with infertility or through adoption.  I'm going to start by saying how thankful I am for the people that I've met through that group.  Having other moms who truly understand my situation, has been amazing, and I've found some wonderful friends.  It has also strengthened the

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-26861004893128769402011-11-27T20:52:00.000-05:002011-11-27T20:52:16.377-05:00

Today we had our second Thanksgiving.  Our first was last week with my parents and today we celebrated with hubby's mom and one of my dearest friends.  There's a group of four of us from college who have stayed friends since we've graduated and are more family now then friends.  I love them all dearly.  We've been scattered around the country until last year when one of my wonderful friends came

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-35511281796821417432011-11-26T22:15:00.000-05:002011-11-26T22:15:28.098-05:00

I know I've been a little cryptic lately.  Essentially we were visiting my parents for the last few days and working our butts off to try and get their house ready to sell.  This has been the routine for at least the last year now, and it's wearing on us all.  It feels like it's never quite going to get done.  But we keep plugging away.  Needless to say we were all really happy to get home today.

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We've been busy today.  Or rather I have been.  I haven't had much time to spend with Bean, or anyone else, and have been trying to get as much done as I can to be a help to others.  I'm tired and the day was rather stressful.  At one point Bean went into full on melt down mode and I was reminded that as much as I need to help others, my first and foremost responsibility is to Bean.  So I dropped

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-84693791835351640122011-11-24T20:07:00.000-05:002011-11-24T20:07:42.192-05:00

As promised, today and for the next month until Christmas arrives, I'm going to challenge myself to blog everyday about something that I'm thankful for or something that makes me feel joyful.  It feels like today should be the easiest day because it's the first one and because we were supposed to spend the whole day focused on the things we're thankful for.  I don't feel like that happened.  

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Around this time of year I always end up spending a few days trying to figure out how it's the holiday time again.  It seems like I was just breathing a sigh of relief that all of the busyness and obligations of the season had passed, and here they are again.  Down time is fleeting to begin with, and in the next month or so it will become nonexistent. This year though, I'm trying to look at

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-20023320726100835882011-11-11T14:50:00.000-05:002011-11-11T14:50:38.856-05:00

One of the things that I sometimes find overwhelming in the blogging world is stepping back.  If you need to step away, or if you're forced to for some reason, it feels really hard to come back.  So much has happened and all of these posts are there waiting for you to read and comment on.  The world has kept going even though you have stood still in a way.  It's like trying to jump back on a

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-68045419318417839242011-11-04T13:29:00.000-04:002011-11-04T13:29:25.186-04:00

My apologies to everyone, as I have been absent all week from blogging and commenting.  For once though, it's not my fault!  The plug got pulled on us last Saturday.  We got hit by that crazy snowstorm that came through and the power went off until Tuesday.  My mother-in-law was staying with us until Thursday when her power came back on.  So today is the first day that I actually have my real

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-52273720113782471362011-10-27T12:43:00.000-04:002011-10-27T12:43:18.985-04:00

I've been struggling.  That's something I have a hard time admitting in real life.  But it's true.  Weaning Bean has stirred up a lot of emotions, and it took me awhile to figure it all out.  I'm sure that part of what I was feeling had to do with hormones that were out of whack in my body.  Some of it had to do with feelings that I wasn't entirely in control.  I felt like my choice to wean Bean,

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-83287081139780944892011-10-21T20:06:00.000-04:002011-10-21T20:06:21.019-04:00

Well, Bean's in bed and for the first time in her life, I didn't nurse her at all today.  In the last few days we moved her night-time feeding to before her bath.  Today I offered her a smoothie (milk mixed with a little yogurt) instead and while she was very torn, and really wanted both, after she tasted the smoothie, she stuck with that.  Obviously she's not going to get a smoothie before bed

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-19576856457688304482011-10-18T21:44:00.002-04:002011-10-18T22:57:26.074-04:00

I was vacuuming the nursery last night.  Bean's room.  The carpet in there is super plush so when you're done vacuuming it, you leave footprints wherever you step.  It's some of the only original carpet that we kept in the house after we moved in.  It's gray, which isn't my favorite color (I think it's kind of cold), but we were already trying for a baby when we moved in here and that room was

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-84545252877854401012011-10-09T21:08:00.001-04:002011-10-09T21:09:18.074-04:00

Friday night I nursed Bean before bed and tried to enjoy every second, thinking it would be the last time that I ever did it.  Well, I was wrong.  Friday, out of nowhere, Bean started revolting against her nap.  She wouldn't let me rock her, she wouldn't sleep in her crib, she didn't want to nap, but boy was she tired.  She played in her crib for awhile, but if I left she got very upset.  I had

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-26827915621402198632011-10-04T22:26:00.000-04:002011-10-04T22:26:31.899-04:00

Thanks to everyone for the words of encouragement.  We're down to just one feeding a day and I can't quite believe it.  The first night that I dropped the middle of the night nursing, Bean was pretty upset and was up for two and a half hours.  I stuck with it though and the next night she didn't even wake up!  I knew that was too good to be true and it hasn't happened again, but she hasn't been

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-72513201686966231732011-10-01T20:29:00.000-04:002011-10-01T20:29:04.181-04:00

Well, it's been almost a week and we've officially dropped our nap time nursing.  It went better then I expected and I'm ready to take on the next one, although it will mean less sleep for me, which will be tough to take.  I guess what I'm having a hard time with is that Bean used to love getting ready for a nap or for bed, and now she's not anymore.  She used to run to her nursery and climb into

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-77988775522160048502011-09-27T13:29:00.000-04:002011-09-27T13:29:20.794-04:00

I started weaning Bean yesterday.  My plan was to start this toward the beginning of August and we were down to just nursing twice a day then (before nap time and bedtime) and then she got strep throat, twice.  So all the sudden we were back to nursing four times a day and I realized recently that it's actually interfering with her sleep at this point instead of helping.  Up until now I think I

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-3580308612937653772011-09-22T12:19:00.000-04:002011-09-22T12:19:56.776-04:00

I'm not feeling too great.  We went to my parents this weekend to help again with what has turned into a massive effort to get their house cleaned out and ready to go on the market so that they can move close to us.  We've been working on this for over a year at this point.  And I'm exhausted.  I don't feel like I can go into all of the details here, but I feel like a lot of responsibility is

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-30859738351508914282011-09-13T19:56:00.000-04:002011-09-13T19:56:51.031-04:00

Well, I finally decided to take Bean to the doctor today and found out that she has strep throat.  Again.  This is the second time in less then a month.  And the last time it wasn't so much fun recovering.  The antibiotic gave her some digestive problems and even though I tried pumping her with yogurt, it didn't do the trick.  She didn't sleep well for the whole ten days and only wanted her mama.

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-27710818609353987022011-09-12T13:35:00.000-04:002011-09-12T13:35:57.552-04:00

I've been having a hard time finding time to write lately.  I've spent time every day in the last week on the phone with my parents trying to figure out how to help them in the situation they're currently in.  Their house isn't flooded and the roads around them are starting to reopen, but they still don't have power, so I'm their source of information.  They are doing fine, much better then they

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-53635393002562874072011-09-08T21:33:00.000-04:002011-09-08T21:33:10.266-04:00

Well, it's still raining around here.  We've been reading a lot of "Mr. Brown Can Moo" and Bean says "dop" a lot, which is part of his rain noise.  I know it hasn't been that long, but it feels like it's been raining for weeks.  I can't remember the days when we played outside all afternoon and Bean went to bed happy and tired.  It feels different around here and I'm so ready to have our yard not

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-66628956976950977432011-08-31T15:23:00.000-04:002011-08-31T15:23:10.605-04:00

I've been a perfectionist as long as I can remember.  To be honest with you, I never stopped to think about why I feel like I have to do everything perfectly, I've just always acknowledged that it's a part of who I am, and I have to work with it.  Recently though I realized that it might help me to loosen up on the perfection front, if I actually had an understanding of why I am the way I am.  So

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-66261958374408983572011-08-30T13:17:00.000-04:002011-08-30T13:17:01.545-04:00

Well, we survived the hurricane.  Honestly, we didn't have it so bad although life was somewhat interrupted.  We lost power for about 15 hours or so and had some water in the basement.  Really not bad compared to what other people are dealing with.  I don't even think Bean noticed that anything was amiss.  In the midst of all of it, I managed to be a complete spaz and slice my finger open while

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-67708231853512828722011-08-28T00:03:00.000-04:002011-08-28T00:03:42.022-04:00

Well, it's not actually a hurricane here, but the wind is certainly whipping around and there's an awful lot of rain coming down out there.  Hubby just went to take pup pup outside one more time tonight, and I must say it makes me a little nervous.  I have a feeling it's going to be a long night.  Bean already woke up once from all the commotion, and since it's only supposed to get worse, I doubt

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-52104797391691439892011-08-23T21:51:00.000-04:002011-08-23T21:51:15.142-04:00

Just to warn anyone visiting from ICLW, I'm going to talk about my daughter a bit in this post so I understand if you don't want to stick around this time. The next step towards getting back on the TTC road is weaning Bean. I have to admit that I have no idea how to begin and every time I get the guts to start, something happens. We were traveling a lot this summer, which seems like a

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-64891906718089842132011-08-21T15:03:00.000-04:002011-08-21T15:03:51.388-04:00

For all of you visiting from ICLW for the first time, or from anywhere else, here's a little bit about me. I'm a 31 year old mama who went through 3 years of infertility to finally have my baby. Now she's a 15 month old, walking, talking, thoroughly amazing little girl and I stay at home with her thinking every day how blessed I am to have this be my life. It may seem like a pretty ordinary

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-57068911521212013412011-08-16T14:30:00.004-04:002011-08-16T16:33:42.246-04:00

I've had issues with fear my whole life.  I'm not sure when or why it started but I always worry, about everything.  When I was little I was convinced our house as going to burn down, or someone was going to break in and try to do bad things to us, or, well, you get the idea.  I slept with the light on, the door open, and the hall light on.  If something bad was going to happen, I wanted to see

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-32168476758086210942011-08-11T23:24:00.000-04:002011-08-11T23:24:39.977-04:00

A few weeks ago there were several really heartbreaking stories in LFCA.  Well, that's not totally true.  I feel like every week there are heartbreaking stories in LFCA, but those are usually infertility related and those I'm somewhat prepared for.  These were stories of people who have had the rug pulled out from under their lives.  People who have lost family members in an instant.  And those

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-89432247679748006292011-08-02T22:43:00.000-04:002011-08-02T22:43:28.409-04:00

My appointment with the RE was today and I'm happy to say that it went pretty well.  I ended up going by myself.  Hubby and I decided for several reasons not to take Bean with us.  We were aware of other patients feelings but we also just realized that if Bean was with us, neither of us would be able to focus 100%.  Plus the appointment fell right at Bean's nap time which would make it rough too.

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-28077146427350595452011-07-28T14:32:00.000-04:002011-07-28T14:32:28.172-04:00

I've come to the conclusion that the itchy skin I was talking about in my last post was more nerves and fears then anything else.  I have a tendency when I'm worried about something to find any reason possible to try to avoid it.  And that's what I was doing, I was trying to find a reason to reschedule that doctors appointment.  Because I'm scared of starting over and opening myself up to being

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-84678419055565846152011-07-25T21:48:00.000-04:002011-07-25T21:48:50.060-04:00

In the last couple days I've definitely lost my mojo a bit.  I can't totally put into words what I'm feeling right now and I'm not sure that I should until it's totally flushed out.  I appreciate so much the input that everyone gave me on my last post and I'm going to move forward in all directions that were suggested, I think they're great ideas.  All the sudden I guess I'm starting to think

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-40796486230759206942011-07-22T22:49:00.002-04:002011-07-22T22:52:46.016-04:00

I have a lot of thoughts rumbling around in my head but all my time today went to Bean, my mother-in-law, and commenting on other people's blogs, so those will have to wait.  I do have a question that I'd like to get out there though because I'd like some advice. As I mentioned in last months intro for ICLW (which you can read here, I should have linked this up sooner for those of you who are

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-18396943880268676542011-07-20T20:50:00.000-04:002011-07-20T20:50:24.273-04:00

I keep thinking about that appointment that I made with the RE.  I was really excited the day that I made it and I just don't feel as excited anymore.  I feel a lot of things, but I'm having a hard time putting it all into words.  Mostly I just keep feeling like I'm rocking the boat I guess.  Upsetting the status quo.  When we were trying to have Bean it felt like everything was going wrong.  We

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-10357080323046671762011-07-12T15:49:00.002-04:002011-07-12T15:49:55.280-04:00

I just called the RE and scheduled an appointment for August to talk to her about trying for number two.  I've been thinking about it for a long time but just couldn't get myself going to do it.  Then I saw how much Bean could really roll with the punches on this trip we just took and started thinking a lot about how long we wanted to have between babies, if we have any control over it.  So all

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-28102261785263028652011-07-12T10:34:00.004-04:002011-07-12T23:07:16.240-04:00

We just got back from our "vacation" a few days ago.  I use the word vacation loosely because I always think of a vacation as something relaxing that you come back from feeling refreshed and ready to go.  I came back feeling exhausted and like I needed about 3 days to sleep it off.  We have a lot of family and friends in different places, so our vacations often turn into trips to visit folks we

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-42854750913565207142011-07-07T15:12:00.000-04:002011-07-07T15:12:58.802-04:00

Today I got to spend the morning with an old friend.  We see each other about once a year and talk on the phone whenever we have the chance (and since I have Bean and she has three little guys, that isn't nearly as often as we would like).  We live pretty far away from each other, so these face to face visits are pretty special and really looked forward to. She's a friend of mine from before

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-63371951647982057552011-07-04T16:10:00.000-04:002011-07-04T16:10:05.785-04:00

It's been a tough couple days here.  We're visiting with family and it's been a little trying.  I won't go into too many details, because I'm so tired of being negative and I feel like that's what's happened to me these few days.  I've been bogged down in the badness of it all.  Then I finally had five minutes to myself and I started reading other people's blogs and you know what, it totally

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-91479885149664081462011-06-29T22:12:00.000-04:002011-06-29T22:12:58.194-04:00

I don't like to speak for other people, but I don't think I'm pushing it when I say that at some point in the infertility journey, there's a point when you hope that you'll wake up and be fixed.  I know I had those moments often.  I knew pretty early on that something was wrong with me.  I didn't get my period until I was 16 or 17, and at the time I thought that was awesome.  It didn't hit me

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-78550774606250282952011-06-27T22:02:00.000-04:002011-06-27T22:02:47.400-04:00

We learned the hard way yesterday that sandboxes and onsies DO NOT go together.  I didn't even think about it when I let Bean into her sandbox wearing just a diaper and a onsie but before long she was shifting around, getting up and down, and looking uncomfortable.  I realized pretty quickly that her little diaper was filled with sand so I was going to take it off of her so she could run around

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-58052264039900323652011-06-24T23:40:00.000-04:002011-06-24T23:40:14.418-04:00

I've been thinking about this one for a long time.  I spent a long time longing for and working hard to physically be a mama.  This gave me lots of time to think about parenthood and my relationship with my own mother, which, isn't so great.  We don't have a horrible relationship, we just don't really have a good one.  She's pretty much openly favored my brother as long as I can remember and it's

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-13208466109556290152011-06-22T22:47:00.000-04:002011-06-22T22:47:57.838-04:00

A month or so ago I finally found a local library that had a story hour for kiddos Beans age.  We've been a couple times and Bean loves it.  I like it too and have started chatting with a few of the moms.  The last time we were there, I really looked around more and realized that two of the ten or so moms are pregnant again.  I admit, I wasn't prepared.  All the kids in the group are around a

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-8618790104602235512011-06-21T14:27:00.000-04:002011-06-21T14:27:32.200-04:00

Hello to everyone, including everyone coming for ICLW.  In case this is your first time stopping by, let me tell you a little about myself.  I'm a SAH mom to a 13 month old baby girl after trying for three years to start our family.  We went through 6 IUI's, one surgery, one miscarriage, and a chemical pregnancy before we finally got our BFP that stuck.  We've already started thinking about

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-75646072480420949232011-06-14T20:43:00.000-04:002011-06-14T20:43:28.577-04:00

I feel like I blog a lot about things I'm thinking about or worrying about or things that are troubling me.  Lately I haven't been blogging about much of anything because life has been going at a manic pace.  I have about three posts all started, waiting to be flushed out and finished.  They're coming soon, but not today for sure.  That's not my point though, my point is that I want to stop to

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-1342380966654672432011-06-08T14:50:00.000-04:002011-06-08T14:50:28.785-04:00

So I don't normally like the idea of plugging things on my blog.  And lets me honest, not enough people actually read my blog for plugging anything on here to accomplish much.  But I've been given the opportunity to do something for someone who has done a lot for the infertility community and I'm so happy to have the chance to pay her back.   Mel, the proprietor over at Stirrup Queens has written

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-2570824623410136012011-06-04T21:36:00.000-04:002011-06-04T21:36:39.615-04:00

That's how I feel lately.  I have a lot of thoughts in my head, a lot of things I'd like to talk about, but when I try to get it out, it comes out wrong.  I can't seem to hold an idea long enough to actually make it into anything that makes sense.  I guess it's just a sign of too many things going on at once.  At least that's what I'm telling myself.  It could also be the whole sleep deprivation

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-63117253846849312692011-05-28T23:46:00.000-04:002011-05-28T23:46:58.117-04:00

Yup, I'm writing about sleep once again.  It's pretty much our obsession in my house.  How to help Bean sleep and stay asleep.  How to get some sleep ourselves.  Someday I'm hoping we can move on to new obsessions, but for now, this is what we've got.  We had a really nice daytime routine going for the last couple months, which included an hour to hour and a half nap, twice a day.  Then Bean

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-14904884033203363232011-05-24T23:18:00.000-04:002011-05-24T23:18:31.462-04:00

Sorry that I've been absent for so long!  This last weekend was super busy but a lot of fun.  My girlfriends from college all came to visit and we celebrated Bean's first birthday again.  This time it was much more of what I had in mind.  First of all, Bean wasn't sick and I didn't have anybody that I had to worry about pleasing except her.  My friends are really amazing, more like sisters really

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-8066338916271334542011-05-18T23:33:00.000-04:002011-05-18T23:33:04.162-04:00

Poor Bean, she's had trouble getting to sleep lately.  I'm thinking she might be ready to go down to one nap.  The question is, am I ready for that?  I've gotten so used to our schedule and she's been sleeping so much better, I hate to mess with things.  But it's taking her a long time to get to sleep and I just don't think she's tired enough.  The good thing (besides getting lots of time to

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-69952207194257434022011-05-15T20:28:00.000-04:002011-05-15T20:28:06.804-04:00

Bean is finally starting to get back to herself after being sick for the last week and a half. I know that I am very blessed that she made it this far in life without being really sick but I have to say, that I am so thankful to have my baby back to her normal self. I was really starting to worry that all the fussiness was going to be part of her life now that she's not "officially" a baby

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-49169406415812386492011-05-13T18:46:00.001-04:002011-05-13T18:46:23.915-04:00

Yesterday was my birthday. I spent years while we were trying to conceive hating my birthday. It meant another year without a baby and another year older. The older I got, the farther away from my family plan I was and the more desperate the situation felt. There's such a focus on age with infertility that it's hard not to get caught up in it. I had this obsession with having my first baby

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-46546739707558120662011-05-10T21:28:00.000-04:002011-05-10T21:28:11.812-04:00

I admit it, I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed lately. I had a little bit of a breakdown last week and you know what, it felt good. It felt good to admit for a minute that I can't do it all and that I can't shoulder everyone's problems. It didn't last long and I'm back trying to balance my life and lots of other peoples now, but briefly, I got to let it all go. Today my aunt had two doctors

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-22614912426013251632011-05-07T22:32:00.000-04:002011-05-07T22:32:02.238-04:00

It's so hard to believe that my little baby is a year old now. I have to say that her birthday wasn't anything like I had imagined in my head. I wasn't planning a big party because I figured we could save that for when she got older and would remember more, but my parents had come in from out of town and my mother-in-law was coming over too. We were making all of Bean's favorite foods,

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-22122961027712912442011-05-04T23:48:00.002-04:002011-05-05T00:26:38.672-04:00

...is about Bean and about how tomorrow is her first birthday.  I want to write about how last year at this time I was in labor and was so close to meeting the little baby that I had longed for.  I want to write a tribute to the journey that was her arrival into the world.  And that's what I'm thinking about in my heart tonight, but my head is someplace else.  I found out that yesterday my aunt,

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-91778582465632135442011-05-01T21:53:00.001-04:002011-05-01T21:53:28.252-04:00

Wow, I am so tired, but I wanted to let everyone know what I've been up to.  I feel like I'm totally out of the loop as I've been away from the computer for a few days.  That hardly ever happens.  Even when things are really crazy, I usually manage to find a few minutes at some time during the day.  This weekend though we actually went out of town, to somewhere besides my parents, for the first

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-75159711704336109352011-04-27T23:52:00.002-04:002011-04-28T10:00:26.210-04:00

I'm not sure if this actually counts as a myth.  I haven't heard people spewing it at me like I've heard lots of other myths since I "became" infertile, but it's one that I thought was true.  My parents instilled a great faith in me of the medical community.  So when it first occurred to me that my lack of periods could mean something bigger on the baby making front, I just assumed that doctors

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-85103721291722877572011-04-26T15:13:00.000-04:002011-04-26T15:13:50.816-04:00

There are days, like today, where I feel like if I take this amazing baby that I have for granted, knowingly or not, that something is going to happen to take her away.  I know it sounds crazy, but it took so long for us to finally have Bean that some days it just feels too good to be true.  It feels like the other shoe could drop at any second.  I fell into that today. I tried to put Bean down

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-68881030238920305562011-04-23T16:37:00.000-04:002011-04-23T16:37:33.113-04:00

Last night was rough.  Bean woke up around 12:40 or so.  Hubby tried to get her back to sleep but she was really upset and wanted her mama.  I went in and started rocking her but she just couldn't settle down.  She stopped crying and went back to sleep but she was really restless.  Usually she nestles into my arms and it isn't long before her breathing is heavy and she's fast asleep.  Last night

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-77258259218895487102011-04-21T15:59:00.000-04:002011-04-21T15:59:46.707-04:00

Hello to everyone visiting for ICLW!  My blog is typically focused on parenting after infertility.  I have a beautiful baby girl who is almost a year old (how the heck did that happen???) and a little two year old puppy who was, in many ways, our first baby.  It took us three years, one miscarriage, one chemical pregnancy, one surgery, and 6 medicated IUI's to finally bring our little Bean into

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-77452136908746277742011-04-20T10:28:00.001-04:002011-04-20T10:29:10.117-04:00

I've been wanting to get in better shape for awhile now.  I've lost my pregnancy weight and now I'm working on the infertility weight.  I'm not really overweight at this point, but I'm out of shape.  I'm pretty active all day since Bean is really active, but I haven't found time to do some real exercising.  The problem isn't that the time doesn't exist, it's that I just feel exhausted.  My plan

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-88975455804950358062011-04-17T22:36:00.001-04:002011-04-17T23:15:12.605-04:00

It's been pretty quiet this weekend.  We got together with my mother-in-law yesterday as she was kind enough to buy Bean a new car seat for her first birthday present (I still can't wrap my brain around the fact that she's almost one!).  I'm so excited for Bean because the new convertible car seat seems so much more comfortable then her infant seat.  She was so happy and quiet on her inaugural

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-53980846986421923512011-04-14T22:46:00.000-04:002011-04-14T22:46:07.455-04:00

I've spent a long time trying to be invisible.  When I was a kid, I was pretty chubby and got teased a lot.  So I learned quickly that the more you can blend in and not call attention to yourself, the better.  I got to be really good at being invisible and by the time I hit high school, I think most people forgot I existed.  Until I lost the weight and all the sudden it was like they started

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-77481937004463599762011-04-11T21:50:00.001-04:002011-04-11T22:09:01.352-04:00

Today is my sister-in-laws due date.  It's their first baby and at first I had some issues with this pregnancy.  It was the first major pregnancy announcement that came after we had Bean.  I really thought that after we had her, I would stop feeling pained when I heard about other people getting pregnant.  I thought somehow I would be magically cured.  So when I heard about this, I was a little

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-83031368013070253272011-04-07T09:55:00.000-04:002011-04-07T09:55:34.105-04:00

So I spoke too soon, Bean actually slept through the night again last night and I'm feeling much better.  It's amazing what a difference a few hours of uninterrupted sleep makes.  After doing some reading before bed last night, I've been thinking this morning about National Infertility Awareness Week.  I've felt for a long time that I want to be more outspoken about our infertility issues and

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-89089768232876770982011-04-06T19:48:00.004-04:002011-04-06T21:21:42.918-04:00

I still don't think I've recovered from the trip to my parents this weekend.  I'm exhausted and the thing I've been afraid to talk about (Bean sleeping through the night for a week straight), lest it come to an end, seems to be coming to an end. I felt overwhelmed with things to do today.  A "fun" lunch with a friend went by in a blur.  I know we talked about things but I have no idea what.  I

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-16953839151784640612011-04-04T10:55:00.002-04:002011-04-04T23:11:19.868-04:00

Sometime in my 20's, when I wasn't paying attention, my parents got old.  My parents have always kind of been old.  They got married later and had kids later.  My mom was of "advanced maternal age" when I was born, which at that point had everyone convinced that I was going to have lots of things wrong with me.  How much things have changed, and stayed the same.  Anyway, I spent my entire

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-7923972583924773202011-04-02T21:50:00.001-04:002011-04-02T21:54:36.108-04:00

I have a whole bunch of thoughts bopping around in my head and just no time to write them down.  We're spending this weekend at my parents which is exhausting.  I love my parents, but this isn't an easy place to have Bean right now.  They're in the process of trying to downsize and actually move closer to us, so the house is kind of in disarray.  They've lived here for almost 40 years and have

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-53319626552346099642011-03-30T15:03:00.000-04:002011-03-30T15:03:57.496-04:00

It's been a crazy day.  A crazy week actually.  I feel like I've become a person who's always in a hurry.  I'm in a hurry to get ready in the morning, to make dinner, to get errands done, to get toys cleaned up, to get phone calls made, etc.  I have too much to do, not enough time to do it, and so I feel like I'm not doing any of it well.  The perfectionist in me doesn't like this one bit. And,

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-48260110868611545152011-03-28T09:59:00.000-04:002011-03-28T09:59:42.925-04:00

I don't know anyone else, but where I am, we're ready for Spring.  I always love Spring, it's one of my favorite times of year.  The calendar may say that it's here, but it isn't yet.  You know it's Spring when you hear the birds in the morning, when the buds start popping on the trees, and when the air smells like it. You know that smell, when everything smells fresh and earthy.  I'm so ready.

Ordinary Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04097349591385452530noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589529739723308403.post-69894018169523269682011-03-25T23:56:00.000-04:002011-03-25T23:56:22.555-04:00

First, I have to say that my blog has been a bit neglected this week because I've been spending any online time that I have on everyone else's blogs.  Hopefully I can have something more insightful to post next week. It has been such a privilege to visit all the blogs that I have through ICWL and to read all the powerful stories of people in this community.  I am kicking myself black and blue

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About 4 years ago, before my journey through infertility and into mamahood started, one of my favorite things to do was sit down with a good book.  Then all of my reading switched over to books about infertility, PCOS, making babies, growing babies, raising babies, helping babies sleep, living with little to no sleep, teaching babies sign language, you get the idea.  So in an attempt to get back

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I'm really excited to be blogging and participating in my first ICLW but I started second guessing myself as soon as I started to comment on other people's blogs.  Most of the blogs I want to comment on are written by people who are struggling with primary infertility and still waiting for their miracle.  I know that when I was in that position, some days I wanted to hear from people like me who

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Welcome to anyone stopping by from IComLeavWe!  If you're new to my blog, well, so am I.  I just started blogging a few weeks ago and am still getting my feet wet.  I started thinking about starting a blog long ago when we were in the midst of our infertility treatments.  Now, about 2 years later, I'm a SAH mama to a beautiful 10 month baby girl (Bean) and am in love with my ordinary life.  I am

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One of the reasons that I think I've had a hard time finding people that I feel like I connect with lately, is because I'm not really sure who I am anymore.  I know who I am as a mama.  That's one part of me that I feel very strongly grounded in.  The rest of me though feels kind of, lost.  I have lost myself and my confidence and I know that it's because of the way that infertility changed the

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I've been trying to find a moms group to join since most of my friends don't have families or babies yet.  I have to admit, I have a hard time joining new groups.  I've never been a really outgoing person and while I always have a pretty easy time making friends once I get up the courage to go and join something, it's getting up the courage that takes awhile.  I've been thinking about doing this

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I'll admit it, I'm having a hard time putting together a coherent thought today.  A little over a week ago, just before she turned 10 months old, Bean started walking.  At first it was just a step here or there and then it was a few more, and now she can't get enough of it.  Just when I was getting more comfortable with the crawling and standing, she's walking.  I had just started to give her

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I'm so excited to get my first comments!  But it made me realize that my kind of rambly thoughts probably need to be better organized if other people are actually reading them.  It also made me realize that in the last two years of reading other people's blogs, I have never commented on any of them.  I wanted to, I guess I just always figured it didn't really matter if I commented or not.  Now I

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Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be pregnant or be a parent who didn't have to fight so hard to get here.  (This idea pops in my head a lot, but this time it was brought on by a "friend" everybody's favorite social networking site who announced she was pregnant at 6 weeks.  6 WEEKS!)  My entire pregnancy was different then I had imagined pregnancy would be and that was because I knew

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I've been thinking about this post for a really long time.  The first post seems like a big deal.  It feels like it should be a lot of things, and so in my head I kept putting it off because I said I wanted to work on the design of the blog.  I realized though, that I just don't have the time I need right now and I'm dying to get out there.  The design aspect is just an excuse to keep me from

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