posted by K | filed under Adoption, Family, Infertility, Ruby | 2 Comments

Driving home from D’s birthday dinner with family Sunday, I checked something on my phone, and it lit up my face for a few moments. D looked at me and said, “You look different since having Ruby.” I smirked and said, “You mean fatter?” “No,” he said, carefully, “Just different. More … motherly.” “Is that [...]

posted by K | filed under Adoption, Infertility, Pregnancy | 8 Comments

I’ve attended a lot of baby showers in my day. Sisters-in-law, cousins, friends, co-workers. I’ve bought tiny baby outfits and Raggedy Ann books and light-up soother thingies. I’ve cried in the baby aisle at Target, while clutching a registry print-out. I’ve pushed down bitter feelings and painted on smiles and responded with blank stares to [...]

posted by K | filed under Infertility, Pregnancy | 4 Comments

Remember how I failed my 1-hour glucose tolerance test and had to go back for the 3-hour test? I was told I could go for the test any time, no need for an appointment. But I was dreading this test because my doctor had me convinced it was practically a foregone conclusion that I would [...]

posted by K | filed under Adoption, Family, Infertility, Misfortune | 4 Comments

Thursday, August 27 was a significant day here. A few minutes before 6 p.m., D’s beloved Uncle Ronnie died. Two hours later, my teenage cousin’s baby was born, a baby that could’ve been ours but probably won’t be. It was a long, sad, complicated weekend to end a long, sad, complicated month. Uncle Ronnie’s funeral [...]

posted by K | filed under Adoption, Infertility | 4 Comments

I’m not pregnant. Again. As usual. I’m not really surprised – after roughly 69 months in a row of not being pregnant (since I stopped birth control in November 2003), who can be surprised? Devastated, yes, but never surprised. I have an appointment with the doc on Monday to find out what we’ll do for [...]

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The first time I rode a roller coaster was when I was 11. Until then, I’d been too afraid to try, but on a family trip to Six Flags Over Georgia, my older (and much cooler) cousin Tandy talked me into riding the Great American Scream Machine. Once the tallest wooden coaster in the world, [...]

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