tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post4119536437511424615..comments2008-05-29T17:58:21.781-07:00Comments on working on it: In which a miserable lunch comes to represent my struggle with infertilityannacyclopediahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461037288546901657noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post-44016335570895706832008-02-24T11:49:00.000-08:002008-02-24T11:49:00.000-08:00I am a delicate flower, but I didn't mind the swar...I am a delicate flower, but I didn't mind the swaring.<BR/><BR/>The food thing really is a great metaphor for IF. It really does amaze me that fertile people are so quick to suggest adoption. Like, DUH!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for commenting on my blog, so far you definately do seem like you are cut from the same cloth!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post-34482950446071068672008-02-20T16:14:00.000-08:002008-02-20T16:14:00.000-08:00Oh my Christ, that really was a fucking parable! ...Oh my Christ, that really was a fucking parable! And a profound one, at that. I'm totally blown away.<BR/><BR/>Boy, you really nailed it with regard to why IF is so isolating. Even people who are helpful have no concept of what we've given up already. Even if we eventually get "fed," we're still robbed. <BR/><BR/>And the people who are wonderful and helpful and care about you? Well, they still get sick of it. And it's almost hard to blame them, because I'm sick of it too. I just can't escape my life. I don't get to leave my own life and go home to theirs, where there already is a goofy kid running around in Spiderman pajamas, needing a night-night story. Or even to go home to my childless friends' lives, where their kids are still a bright spark of hope and promise for the future. Every night I go home to my own life, in my own empty house, with the empty room that has been waiting to be converted into a nursery for three years now. Three years. I don't want a salad. I want a goddamned potato smothered in cheese.<BR/><BR/>Glad you started posting with Io. Glad I found you.the Babychaser:https://www.blogger.com/profile/12205229469287159556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post-33521992434803762562008-02-20T13:46:00.000-08:002008-02-20T13:46:00.000-08:00Hey, greetings from a fellow dancer! I'm a bellyd...Hey, greetings from a fellow dancer! I'm a bellydancer, but I love watching Flamenco, too. Woot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post-61744382192931495852008-02-20T13:44:00.000-08:002008-02-20T13:44:00.000-08:00Wow, a salad in -20C weather? Yech. You'd think ...Wow, a salad in -20C weather? Yech. You'd think they could at least have rounded it out and added lots of good stuff to it.<BR/><BR/>I hear you on the food sensitivities thing, though. The deadly nightshade family is of no good to me too (and being part Polish and Sicilian, I can't tell you how much it kills me to not eat tomatoes or eggplant on a regular basis)(potatoes, not so much). Again, none it's likely to kill me, but like you, they'll all affect me in various ways.<BR/><BR/>Infertility, the gift that never stops giving...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post-34741208825341827532008-02-20T10:49:00.000-08:002008-02-20T10:49:00.000-08:00Since you're a comment whore and all...My sister w...Since you're a comment whore and all...<BR/>My sister was a fan of the Arrogant Worms and sent me some of their music which reminds me - Carrot Juice is Murder! Bwah hahaha. I am so ready for our Moose Jaw adventures.Iohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00918928563224342054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post-88388979758165080312008-02-20T09:44:00.000-08:002008-02-20T09:44:00.000-08:00OK, I just looked up Saskatchewan, because the onl...OK, I just looked up Saskatchewan, because the only thing I know is the Saskatchewan Pirate song. If you live in Moose Jaw, I am coming to visit on vacation, because that is the coolest name for a city EVER.Iohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00918928563224342054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666952288142372663.post-46669456155430394332008-02-20T09:39:00.000-08:002008-02-20T09:39:00.000-08:00You are oh so right. Carrot juice, while good in i...You are oh so right. Carrot juice, while good in its own way, is not a plate of fries. This explains the wheat free vegan maple brownies we're going to eat.<BR/>And I totally was like - this is JUST like infertility! right before you were like - this is just like infertility!<BR/>Obviously we were meant to be friends. Or maybe you're just really good at writing and foreshadowing. <BR/><BR/>I am really not happy that you live in Saskatchewan. That is nowhere near Indiana. It is totally fun to say though. <BR/>(And -20 C is -4 F. Cold, however you say it.)Iohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00918928563224342054noreply@blogger.com