Telling my grandmother I’m pregnant, again for the first time

Oct 7, 2013 by

Showing off the bump to my grandparents.

Showing off the bump to my grandparents.
photo credit: genagolas

“Gena, do you have something to tellllll meeeeee?” my grandmother asks through the phone, drawing out the end of the sentence as if to tease me.

Of course, I know where she’s going with this question.

“Nanny, I’m pregnant!” I say.

“How come you didn’t tell me!” she asks, slightly teasing, but slightly confused.  I feel like she’s trying to figure out if we’ve had this conversation before, like it’s starting to sound familiar but she doesn’t know why.

“Ma,” I hear my grandfather chime in from somewhere in their house.  “You already knew that.”  Thank goodness I don’t have to say it.   I hate admitting to her we’ve already had this same conversation many times in the last six months.

“Oh, Gena, I’m so happy for you.  When are you due?”

“January 8th.”

In Honor of International Babywearing Week

Oct 3, 2013 by


Next week, October 7-13, 2013, is International Babywearing Week!

There are so many things I enjoy about wearing my babies and toddlers: the ease and convenience, the closeness, the ability kiss and sniff their little heads as many times as I please, seeing them enjoy it just as much as I do, the effectiveness (when my middle daughter was an infant, we called the Ergo our ‘instant sleep machine’).

But there is something else I love about it too.  As a woman who tried, but did not achieve a pregnancy, there is something so healing about having my baby wrapped tightly to my belly.  To have her be so relaxed right up against me.  Feeling her every hiccup and tiny movement.  To have her so close that I forget where her skin ends and mine begins.  I wasn’t able to be the one to carry her for those first 9 months, but I can now.

The best things come to those who wait!

Jul 22, 2013 by

My Momfession?

Hi there, Baby G!

Hi there, Baby G!


I know, I know, this is not the photo of the amazing embryo I talked about just the other week.  I’ve been holding out on you, like I warned you I would, until we were ready to make the announcement.  But here’s our squirmy baby at 15 weeks, pausing just long enough for a photo opp.  We’re so in love already.

I also wanted to take a brief moment to thank the readers (friends, long lost friends, fellow infertility warriors, and strangers alike) for all of your incredible support as you followed us along our journey.  Writing about my TTC experience has been cathartic, with the blog as an outlet for my own emotions and, as I look back on my posts now, a unique documentation of the extraordinary thing that we did.  But, reading your comments each week, getting off-line emails and texts from those of you who are also fighting the same fight, and talking to some of you in person about our journeys, have helped me feel less alone, a little more normal, and very much supported.  I hope I have done the same for you to return the favor.

My IVF cycle diary: Week one

Jun 3, 2013 by

A daily glimpse into the first weeks of our IVF cycle:


Day 1: Monday

Well, today is the big day!  This morning, I went in for my baseline blood work and ultrasound, and tonight I had my first injection of FSH (follicle stimulating hormone, the hormone that will help me develop more than one egg this month so we can retrieve as many as possible).  I was pleasantly surprised at the size of the needle, and the injection didn’t hurt.  The medicine, which needs to be refrigerated, burned a bit going in because I imagine it was cold and thick.  Just discomfort, though; no pain.

Day 2: Tuesday

I’m letting Len do the injections for me.  He’s the one with the EMT training, after all.  On a side note, I couldn’t sleep last night, maybe because of anticipation that the hormones are actually starting to get to work, but mostly because of my gurgly stomach.  Something is going on in there.

The doctor is in?

May 13, 2013 by

I think anyone who goes through an IVF cycle deserves an honorary medical degree.

Am I right?  I’ve become a pro at administering (and receiving) shots—in my thigh, in my belly, in my rear.  I can use terms like “protocol,” “10 cc syringe” and “sharps container” and actually know what I’m talking about.  With the help of my colleague, Dr. Google, I know how to interpret the results of my blood work and ultrasounds.  My living room is a makeshift exam room, equipped with syringes, vials, alcohol swabs, and sterile gauze pads.  I can tell you which veins in my arms are the best for blood work.  I even know the side driveway into the hospital so that I don’t have to wait at the light at the main entrance.  Someone get me that degree for my wall!

I don't think I'm qualified to unpack this box of meds...

I don’t think I’m qualified to unpack this box of meds…

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