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

“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… Read More Telling my grandmother I’m pregnant, again for the first time

Quiet time

It is said that when a baby sleeps, you should sleep.  Of course, I think this is brilliant; what tired momma doesn’t want a little snooze once her baby has finally closed their eyes?  I must say, though, getting me to relax is no small feat; I think getting my niece to doze off at… Read More Quiet time

The doctor is in?

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… Read More The doctor is in?