hey friends.
i've been absent from the blog scene.
why? i've been super busy.
i'm usually always busy, but always found time to
add to my little spec in the blog-osphere
because it brought me some freedom & a space of
my own to post aspects of my life i wanted to remember
or random things i found funny or awesome.
it's so crazy because i've been thinking about
blogging constantly over the last 7 months,
like on the daily- but the fear
of un-authenticity has prevented me.
i haven't even signed into this blog since my last
posting last november.
the universe works in mysterious ways...
my last post was recapping a jenny lewis show.
it was an amazing show that has since encouraged
this album is so good.
that hit me so hard the first time i heard it
(which was live, at the show)
'just another lady without a baby'
at that time, and for the two years prior
i was struggling with
infertility that was all consuming,
mind, body & soul consuming.
my life at the time revolved around
my doctors office & my life was
separated into two week increments:
ovulation & menstruation, closely followed by
intense disappointment, frustration & sadness.
a few weeks after the jenny lewis show
i found out i was pregnant.
it was the first night of hanukkah & one day
before my 30th birthday.
a hanukkah miracle we proclaimed!
why the connection with jenny lewis
you might be wondering?
i'm seeing her tonight in athens.
of all days to get my blog juices going..
to sign in and see that last post was really weird.
it's taken so much for me to get back on here.
(please note that i do not taking myself or this blog too seriously,
or believe that anyone seriously missed it- but i missed it.
i know it's mostly filled with pictures of my mundane
everyday life, my dogs & husband & friends
& random pictures & promotes my completely
lefty political affiliations & ideas)
my biggest aversion to blogging was not
talking about my pregnancy news.
i had so many times read statuses & blogs
about people's happy baby news & hated them.
a mix of jealousy, angst, wanting to be happy for them
but unable to get over myself.
i did not want to be THAT person.
THAT person was who i wanted to be for so long.
but when i became THAT person,
THAT person was still so foreign to me.
i just thought about the women in the club
i had previously been a member of.
the club no one wants to be in, but you find some
solace in other people's similar, shared pain.
after some really solid advice/therapy from my (therapist)
friends, i realized that i could somehow be the hope that
others needed. hearing stories of women finally
conceiving after under going the same things i did
was powerful- still tarnished with jealousy, but always
gave me hope & strength & energy to surge on
(a fertility joke for those "in the know").
at some point i'll share more of our infertility
journey. it's probably nothing you haven't heard before,
but to me, it's so personal & real.
the experience is so crazy difficult to think
of even now, six months out.
so, hey. i'll let you know how the show goes.