I have this blog to document my infertility adventures from the past four years. I laugh, I cry, I vent.
In the end, this is cheap therapy.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Day 5
Am I the only one that thinks it's weird that I was singing "Grow for me" from Little Shop of Horrors to my uterus this morning as I was taking my Clomid?
"The English language lacks the words to mourn an absence. For the loss of a parent, grandparent, spouse, child or friend, we have all manner of words and phrases, some helpful some not. Still we are conditioned to say something, even if it is only “I’m sorry for your loss.” But for an absence, for someone who was never there at all, we are wordless to capture that particular emptiness. For those who deeply want children and are denied them, those missing babies hover like silent ephemeral shadows over their lives. Who can describe the feel of a tiny hand that is never held?" - Laura Bush, Former First Lady
1 comment:
That's funny :)
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