Fertility Friday 31- Then and Now

The differences between then and now in going through fertility treatments:

  1. I didn’t know what to expect; ignorance is bliss sometimes people
  2. I didn’t have anyone to talk to or who understood what I was going through-that was super rough.  I now have a great circle of support who knows so much and we help each other tremendously. (esp you Dorie if you are reading this!  I love you buddy!)
  3. Ironically we had plenty of money and not a single debt the first time around and this time we are flat broke- aren’t you supposed to gain more wealth as you get older, not the opposite?
  4. I had freedom to make the trips to the doctors weekly (some weeks 7 days); this time God has been on our side but there is going to be conflict sooner or later with finding sitters last minute (many thanks to my neighbors, Stephanie, and Katy)
  5. Again I had the freedom to be lazy and rest; I won’t have that luxury this time around with the sleepless nights of stress and the early drives to the doctor not to mention the monsters.
  6. Last time we had what it took to go the distance until it worked; this is our one and only shot
  7. The emotions are far worse this time.  I’m not sure if it’s my age, only having one shot, or just knowing the risks but I’m much more emotional
  8. We didn’t know how our life would change with a baby (babies) but this time we know and that makes all of this worth it!

I’m sure there are more but this is a good list.  I’m grateful that we get to do this again and I’m hopeful.

Thank you to all who are strong in your support and love!  We need it especially since the girls want me to have a ton of babies and name them Emily, Megan and Spiderman.


My Running Greta Guest

Greta is the determined Mommy of 4 and runner of almost 500 miles- this year anyway!  She hosts a fun ippp link-up each week, through her GFUNKIFIED blog, that pays homage to the funny, witty, sappy pictures we capture with our phones.  Are you down with ippp?  Yeah, you know me!  I love this time of the month because my phone takes awful pictures but no one judges there; we just laugh and enjoy!  As I mentioned earlier in the week, Greta is a brilliant Mother, blogger, runner and just all around amazing woman!  I am beyond honored to have her as my guest today!


My to-do list is (literally) a mile and a half long right now. I thought February was bad, with all of the snow days and crappy weather, but right now? I’d love to go back. March is turning into something of a mess. And it’s only the second week.

As a mom, I’ve got a lot on my shoulders. No, I don’t work outside of the home, but I do cook the meals, change most of the diapers, pack all of the school lunches, set out all of the school clothes. I do all of the laundry, and most of the dishes. I take nearly all of the pictures. I plan all four of the kids’ birthday parties.

I don’t mind it, most of the time. But sometimes? The overwhelming crushing to-do list takes over my brain and I can’t focus on any one thing. It comes in waves, too. We’ll be rolling right along in our routine, doing the things we do every day. Then, all of the sudden, life is like BAM! BOOM! POW! GOTCHA!

I think it may have something to do with the birthday parties. As the sole planner of the parties, I tend to get stressed out during the whole process. A lot stressed out. How many people will show up? How much food do I need to make? What are the kids going to do? Will they all like painting a picture frame? Is it going to rain that day? What if everyone has other plans?

Also, big events and trips. Because I am also the main planner for those that involve me (alone or with the family), and I am the packer for at least five of the six of us.

And it just so happens that not only do we have a birthday party next week (for my youngest. Sniffle), but I am going to a blog conference in less than two weeks.

So yeah, I’m the mom with a few things going on, with a few extra things thrown on top. I’m kind of a hot mess right now.

What do you do when you find yourself ALL. STRESSED. OUT?


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This is What Panic Looks Like

I have no idea how I am in stressful situations.  I’ve been told good until the dust settles then I fall apart.  I feel like I’m always falling apart.

Little L must be taking after me.

The girls were spinning, madly, in circles when I heard a big thud…BIG…HUGE!

I turned around and L was bracing H and H was holding her mouth with big tears in her eyes.  She spun right into the corner of the door frame.

I grabbed her and hoisted her up onto the counter and saw blood.

L immediately started running around when she found out there was blood yelling, “OH NO, OH NO, I’VE GOT TO HIDE.”

She couldn’t find a direction so she was basically just panicking in a rapidly fast back and forth motion.

She had tears of her own surfacing when she suddenly stopped, climbed up on the stool and declared over and over she wanted to see the blood, then no she didn’t, then yes she did.  Confusing.

Once she finally calmed down (H and I were looking at her like she was a nut) she asked for a Grammy egg; which is a hard boiled egg.


H, in the meantime, was fine.  The blood wasn’t bad and aside of a sore mouth she will live.  She is actually rather impressed with the injury and asks to look in the mirror every 10 minutes.


The Irish – be they kings, or poets, or farmers, They’re a people of great worth, They keep company with the angels, and bring a bit of heaven here to earth.