I am Thankful this Thanksgiving

While this blog is used primarily for complaining about the ins and outs of infertility, I really do have a lot to be thankful for this week. First, my son is amazing. We had his conference tonight and he continues to amaze me. I'm not sure how he got so smart, but dang!! He scored advanced on the state test so he won't have to take the test in the Fall, he is reading well above grade level, and has an understanding of math that I wish I had half of at his age. This kid loves to read, too. Now, when given a choice to read or play, he'd definitely choose to play. But, as a teacher, I know how important it is for kids to enjoy reading in order to be successful and this just thrills me for him. I hope school continues to be this way for him, which is NOT how it was for me! Second, I'm so incredibly thankful for my hubs. This year we will be celebrating 10 years of marriage and 14 years of being together. When I look at all we've been through, from a surprise pregnancy (yes, I get the irony of this in my current situation!), through a year long deployment to Iraq and the aftermath that would bring over the next many years, we somehow, although not always gracefully, made it through together. I couldnt imagine a better soulmate for myself. I am also VERY thankful for my RE who has diagnosed our most recent issues with the septum and my last endo clean out. I am also rather fond of the meds he put me on to put the endo on my colon and in my tubes into remission. Not having a period since August has been amazing, but not being in any endo pain is the most exhilarating feeling in the world. Words fail to describe how the pain has stained many holiday memories and it won't even be an issue this year! Praise God!! In my darkest of times, these are the people that bring me hope and make me get up, dust my ass off, and continue along this journey to bring home our baby.

Ugh

I had a nice long, well stated post about how I'm feeling with the next month looming over me. I deleted it. Truth is, I hate my birthday along with the entire month following it. Six years ago, on my 28th birthday, I got a +hpt. Exactly one month later, I m/c'd our baby. Here I sit six years later with not even one more +hpt. Needless to say, I'm pissed.