No matter if its a phone call or in office consultation, the news of being labeled "Infertile" stings like a wasp. Not a bee, but a never ending, stabbing, jab of a wasp. So many questions flood your mind. Your whole body twitches with confusion. Is this true? What does this mean? Is this permanent? Did the doctor make a mistake? What do I do now?
This is the point when the internet become our friend. My Hubby and I ran home and looked up everything about infertility. We were desperate to know the statistics and rather our generation, age, race and even our genetics would determine a better outcome. (Side note: we had a clue that we might face problems as previous generations on both sides of our families had fertility issues.) Nothing was stopping us from learning what we could do next. There was a million, probably tens of millions of infertility studies, experiences and even jokes plastered all online. We found hundreds of "miracle" pregnancies that came out th…
Adoption is often viewed as a selfless act. Its a act of love and pain. No one escapes without a tear and a lifetime of constantly being reminded of what happened. As an infertile couple, Hubby and I were staring down two unfamiliar roads. We had tried infertility treatments 2 times, and we used a donor 4 times. We didn't know what to do. Should we continue infertility treatments or should we open our home to child that needs a home?
Choosing which road to take at the crossroad was a long and hard process for me. We viewed all of the pros and cons of our choices. From August 2014-May 2015, all I could think about were the cons of adoption. Outside of the costs, we were presented with other details that caused us to stop in our tracks.
There are four most common cons that make us and others pause are.
1. No control. As an adoptive parent, I have no control on the type of food, medicines, drugs or even the environment in which the birth mother is in. We are subjected to deal with the …
Three months ago I could barely pull a sweater from my shelf without getting plummeted by a pile of clothes. I threw everything to the floor in frustration and headed to my dresser. I tried to pull out a shirt from a drawer, but four more came with it. I grunted in frustration.
Since when did I have so many clothes?
I went to college with three suitcases, lived over seas with two suitcases and took those same two suitcases to Chicago for my masters degree. I know I have been in the tundra for the past four and half years, but where did all these clothes come from?
It is time to Declutter!
There are tons and tons of videos that show you how to organize here and here, but organization is not my problem. Quantity is my problem. I want less stuff. So I skipped the idea of organizing and started purging.
I began in the kitchen. I got rid of extra dish towels. We can recycle fabric in my city and so all extra, torn and even missed matched towels were tossed. I have 8 place settings and that…