Show and Tell — light and "fluffy" edition

Don't laugh at me ... laugh with me. This week's Show and Tell is just for laughs. I have a new candy obsession.
Yup, sour apple cotton candy in a bag. (I love sour candy. Not like I love chocolate, but so enjoyable.) Thank goodness it's a seasonal item and I have only found it at CVS drugstores, 'cause I'm truly obsessed.

BTW, it's a little embarrassing bringing them to the register.

Oops, almost forgot to link back to Mel's Show and Tell.

Worried

Still no word. I'm starting to wonder if she's ready to give up these embies.

Ack! Gotta get away from the 'puter for a while. Just keep hitting refresh on my mailbox.

Pay it Forward Fridays — the U.T.E.R.U.S. Brigade eBay Auctions

Sorry to be late posting this today. Busy day.

Well, payday is next week, so my Pay it Forward project this week is to donate lots of stuff to the U.T.E.R.U.S. Brigade eBay auctions. I filled out one form yesterday (it hasn't been listed yet), but I know I have lots of things to photograph that will find good homes. So really, this week my gift is my time. (Gotta polish up some jewelry before taking pics.) Sure, I could sell these things myself for the $$$, but I’m happy to be able to help the U.T.E.R.U.S. Brigade.

I continue to be moved by the love and generosity of this community. An anonymous donor has pledged to match all the money raised though the eBay auctions, the Etsy shop and direct donations. Incredible!! Motivates me to find more worthwhile things to donate.

Go shopping! Get a head start on your holiday shopping. (I'm eyeing the socks!)

Visit eBay and Etsy.



Find things to donate. Join the party. It feels so good!!

No news is good news????

Thanks to everyone for their comments and suggestions about my letter. I received some great suggestions via email, as well. Cara, you're awesome!

Regarding things that some of you said I should leave out, I should have explained better that I was clarifying things we talked about when we met.

From what I gather, donor was raised upper middle class, and I think has certain expectations of what is necessary to provide. I, on the other hand, don't think I need to have the college fund planned out in order to raise a happy, productive and successful child. Or maybe I'm being paranoid. Is any of this making sense??

ANXIETY!

Oh, you wanted an update. I sent the email this morning (over 11 hours ago). Haven't heard back. She usually responds fairly quickly to emails. What do you think it means?

Angry and offended!

I DVRed the debate last night, so I haven't watched the whole thing. But McCain's answer to the question about late term abortion made me sick to my stomach. And frightens me.

I'm at a loss for words about this, but a couple of my fellow bloggers nailed it so eloquently that I'm just going to link to their posts.

Julie at A Little Pregnant wrote this wonderful post (which includes the offensive video clip).

And Cecily at Uppercase Woman wrote this, which I'm in awe that she could do, considering the rage and pain she must have felt hearing McCain's words.

Brava, women!

Wave of Light for Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

Here's my candle. I'm thinking of you all.

Opinions, feedback and advice, please!!

I've drafted an email to my maybe embie donor. So many of you are awesome writers, I would love to get your feedback. I feel like I have to pass a test, and no one's given me the study guide. HELP! Please tell me if there's something you think I should take out or something I should add. Thanks in advance!

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Sorry, I'm probably just being paranoid, but I've been feeling funny having this draft online. I SOOOOO appreciate everyone's comments and suggestions. Thank you!!!

Bristol, is that you?

According to my stats I have a reader in Wasilla, Alaska. Come on Wasilla reader, leave a comment. Say hello. :-)

100 Words Project - Love

Have you been to Bridges to read the current 100 Words Project?

I'm cross posting what I wrote here with a little bonus.

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I was looking for something among a pile of papers today and found an envelope my mother sent me some time ago. In it was something I wrote in 3rd grade. I was 8. Yes, I remember very clearly the incident that inspired it. His name was Geoffrey. He was a redhead. I wonder if he’s bald now!

The End of Love

There once was a boy and a girl. They had fallen in love.

The boy pretened he did not like her. She stopped loving him.

Moral

Never pretend you don’t know about serios things.

*Original misspellings included.

Pay it forward ROCKS!!! Infertility SUCKS!!!

My first PIF recipient, Niki, wrote a beautiful post yesterday about receiving her gift. It made me cry to read about what the gift meant to her. Now I’m crying again, because today she is miscarrying.

After work I’m meeting another friend whose beta was negative today. My heart is aching.

Vodka anyone?

Show and Tell

For Show and Tell this week I'm sharing a few photos from my vacation last Fall.


Lovely canalside cafe, but what I love about this picture is the juxtaposition of the sweet cafe and the graffiti on the wall. Click on the photo to enlarge it so you can read it clearly.



And these two, just because. It is one of the basic food groups, right?

For more Show and Tell, check out the roundup at Stirrup Queens.

P.S. Thanks!

Thanks for all the good wishes! It was great to come home and read them yesterday.

Update on meeting with maybe donor

I think it went well. It's hard to tell. We met at a park and talked for a while before her parents and son joined us. Interestingly, we both arrived at the SMC decision in similar ways, TTC within a relationship with someone who wasn't completely on board, then trying on our own, but realizing that we were likely too late for our eggs. She absolutely understands wanting the getting pregnant part to be OVER! She asked how I planned to deal with being a single mom. (My least favorite question after "why don't you just adopt?" But I guess in her case, it's a fair question.) I explained that I hope to negotiate working at least some of the time from home, explaining how workable I know it would be, and I told her about my support system of family and friends. I explained to her that my reasons for wanting an open donation were not for me, but for my child. I want my child to have as much information as possible about how he/she came to be. In this case, it would take 4 people (+ doctors) to bring my child into the world. Talk about "takes a village!"

Then her parents and son arrived at the playground. Her son took to me very quickly. (Not a surprise to me.) Soon we were running around the playground playing "chase mommy" and "chase Dora." I would let him catch and tickle me. What a great boy! Super smart. Mommy chose very smart donors. I really hope that seeing me connect with her boy will convince her help me be mommy to his genetic brother or sister.

I did manage to keep my emotions in check at the time. Now, of course, when I think of him tickling me, I tear up.

Meanwhile, it's day 18 and I haven't surged. (Before this past June, I always surged between days 12-14.)

Please send good energy my way

I'm about to leave to meet my maybe donor (the SMC w/the frozen embies). I'm nervous. I'm trying to tell myself that if one of these embies is meant to be my baby, we'll know.

I'm also afraid of getting too emotional when I meet her son.

ACK! Gotta go.

Pay it Forward Fridays

The internets been berry berry good to me.

Pay it forward has been my mantra lately. It lightens my heart when I have the opportunity to do something unexpected for someone else. Lightening hearts is much needed within the ALI blogosphere.

I found this interesting tidbit on Wiki:

“The concept was described by Benjamin Franklin, in a letter to Benjamin Webb dated April 22, 1784:

I do not pretend to give such a Sum; I only lend it to you. When you [...] meet with another honest Man in similar Distress, you must pay me by lending this Sum to him; enjoining him to discharge the Debt by a like operation, when he shall be able, and shall meet with another opportunity. I hope it may thus go thro' many hands, before it meets with a Knave that will stop its Progress. This is a trick of mine for doing a deal of good with a little money.”

I wrote here about doing something to PIF to honor someone who was so generous to me. Other than the substance of her gift, she gave me hope on a particularly dark day. I want to make this a habit. Some weeks in small ways, other weeks in bigger ways. I hope others will join me.

This week my PIF recipient is Jennifer from Here We Go Again. Cali from Creating Motherhood is hosting a virtual baby shower for Jen. When I first clicked on Jen’s blog I thought, oh, she’s young, married and VERY pregnant. As a single woman in my mid 40s, struggling to get pregnant on my own, I usually avoid blogs like hers. But we are all sisters in this battle. Jennifer was a big contributor to the fundraising efforts that got Cali pregnant. She doesn’t know many people where she and her husband are living. No one was throwing her a baby shower. She deserves a celebration. It truly pleases me to contribute a little gift for her shower. I like to think of her daughter styling in something from an internet auntie she’s never met.

What did you do this week to put a smile on someone’s face?

Cheesecake shot

Just to show how much cuter I got after my eye surgery, here's a bath shot. (With the duckie added to cover my little girl bits from the internet creepies.)

I hate to say it, but my thighs still look the same. Not so cute in your 40s.

Dorky picture for TC

One of the coolest bloggers around is having a rough day. Yesterday Indisputable Topcat posted a great photo of herself with her grandfather. Great photo in that it shows the love between them, dorky photo in that it shows a teenaged Topcat in very dated glasses and hairdo. She has challenged the blogosphere to post dorky photos. So to cheer her up today, I will post a photo. In the interest of preserving my anonymity, it's a baby picture. I WAS A DORKY BABY!

I had surgery at 18 months to correct my crossed eyes.

TC, this is for you. I hope it makes you laugh.

My first single moms by choice event - An update

Well, I went to my first single moms by choice event on Saturday. I missed the first hour and a half because of my aching head. But a chunk of that was about estate planning, etc. as a single mom. My concerns are more immediate right now. I’ve been feeling so crappy and weepy, I was worried about keeping my emotions in check. At first it wasn’t easy. I heard one woman say something to someone about how many weeks along she was, and I immediately walked in the other direction. Babies I’m okay with, bellies are hard. Then I started talking to a couple of women who aren’t quite as far along in the TTC process as I am. We clicked and I was fine.

Got some delicious baby love from a extremely happy 6 month old boy. His mom was happy to pass him around, and she got to go to the bathroom by herself! We snuggled and smiled at each other. I sniffed the soft back of his neck like a junkie. At one point he got a good grip on my glasses. OMG, the teeny fingerprints! The hard part was giving him back.

Some good single mom parenting tips I got. 1. Don’t be a martyr. Ask for help. 2. Go places the first year, when babies are quite portable. 3. My child’s comfort level with his/her conception story will reflect my comfort level. We will be a unique, but normal family.

It was great to be in a roomful of women who get it. No big explanations needed. No one said, “Why don’t you just …” It felt good to be able to pass on important info to women beginning to TTC about REs and how to be a smart consumer of this healthcare, instead of allowing the RE to call all the shots. Funny, I connected with 3 women with the same first name. I think of them as the B&Es, depending on whether you use a nickname or their full first name. One of is a woman in her 40s who has been afraid of IVF, even though her RE is advising her that it really is her best chance. She’s never had any surgery and is really afraid of the egg retrieval. Particularly afraid of going through it alone. B, if you’re reading, I meant it when I said I would go with you. No one should have to deal with that alone. I understand it can be hard to ask someone. The only thing I ask in return is that you do something for someone else. Pay it forward is my mantra lately.

My first single moms by choice event tomorrow

Going to my first single moms by choice event tomorrow. For some reason I'm nervous. Maybe it's because I feel like all my emotions are so close to the surface right now. I know there will be others who are trying to conceive, but there will many there who are past that stage. I just don't feel very strong right now. Maybe it will give me hope, but right now success feels so far away.

Anyone else going? It would be nice to meet someone who "knows" me. (That's a weird sentence!)

Tired and hurting

I haven’t written lately because I’ve been feeling like crap. (I wonder how often “crap” comes up on Mel’s searchable blog roll!) I generally carry a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders, add in some herniated discs in my neck, plus all the stress lately, and I’ve had a whopper of a headache at the base of my skull on and off for weeks now. I’m exhausted. I spent a lot of time during my weekend away soaking in the tub and just lounging. (It was REALLY muggy in DC last weekend. I would go out to do things and would quickly have my energy drained by the pea soup air.) I even splurged on a 25 minute neck and shoulder massage at the hotel spa. Pretty good for $50, but the relief is so temporary. Wednesday I was so desperate I started hunting for a chiropractor who would accept my insurance. (Re chiros, I’ve been reluctant to do this, because my mother is paranoid about chiros. She thinks you could wind up paralyzed from an adjustment. My experience with them has been so so. I’ve had better experiences with massage therapy, but insurance won’t pay for that, damn it!) I stumbled on one who is the first and only chiro affiliated with a well known orthopedic hospital. He was able to see me after work Wednesday, and I did get some relief, but it was temporary. I go back next Wednesday.

I’m sooooo tired. My emotions are all over the place. It’s such a vicious circle, all interconnected. Since this cycle was cancelled, I’m not cutting back on caffeine right now, but I’m still barely getting by. My review at work is coming up in November and I need to be more on the ball. I need this job! Maybe I’m mistaken, but somehow sleep deprivation from a baby sounds like a walk in the park compared to this pain and exhaustion from stress. Even if I’m a walking zombie with a newborn, I expect there will be moments of sheer bliss. There’s no bliss now.

I got together with a friend last Saturday. We talked about everything. At one point he said I sounded like I was well adjusted with all this. I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like I’m coping well. I feel like I’m hanging on by my fingernails. (At least the prenatal vitamins are making my nails strong!)

If anyone has any (low cost) suggestions for dealing with this stress and exhaustion, I would love to hear it. Retail therapy is out for the moment.