Farewell Fall

I realize much of the country has bid fall goodbye a long time ago, but the weather has been mostly pleasant here, and the trees are only just becoming bare.  I spent a nice afternoon last week at the park for a photo shoot.  It was warm and perfect and made me wish that winter didn’t even exist. 
 
I’ve said it before, but I love taking pictures of siblings. 
  
This last one is my favorite.  Precious. 

While I was sitting on a park bench waiting for my appointments to arrive, a pecan fell right on the top of my head.  I looked straight up to see this little fellow directly above me.  I swear he was watching me to see what my reaction to his antics would be.  We had a staring contest.  I won. 

The last leaves, holding on for dear life. 

I’m Learning

Every time I find out I am not pregnant, I plunge through a depth of emotions. The process, though familiar, is still difficult each time.
At first I felt responsible. If I could just learn what Heavenly Father wants me to learn, then I could “pass the test” so to speak and finally be able to have a baby. I felt like if I could obtain all the understanding I was meant to gain from this trial, then it should be lifted, right?
I would hear women with children use a certain word that was guaranteed to break my heart anew. “Trust.” They would say, “I am so grateful that Heavenly Father TRUSTED me enough to give me one of His own children.” They would say, “I don’t know what I did to deserve my children, but I am grateful that Heavenly Father TRUSTED me with them.”
I would think, “Am I not trustworthy? Why doesn’t Heavenly Father trust me?” In my heart I knew that I had not done anything wrong. I knew that I was not being punished, but Satan will do anything to convince you that you are not enough.
In a way, infertility feels more like “divine punishment” than other trials because we know that children are a gift from God. Children being born into families is all part of the plan. We know that our power to procreate is God-given. It is easy to conclude, therefore, that those who are not able to procreate are having these blessings suspended. Is the same God who gives children to some, withholding children from others? We sometimes forget to think of fertility/infertility as a biological process. Not every child conceived is a reward for righteous living. Conversely, those who aren’t able to have children are not being punished for their imperfections.
For some reason we don’t look at other physical trials (such as handicaps, cancer, etc…) in this way. I would never think that a person who struggled with a life-threatening illness was having their health withheld from a loving Heavenly Father. So why am I tempted to think that I am having children WITHELD from me?
Yes, infertility is a spiritual, physical, and mental trial. Yes, God is over all. Yes, He has a plan for me, and that obviously included the current trials I am passing through. But I know that even good people are given trials, not because of things they did or didn’t do, but because trials are just a part of life.
I have found that when I approach my Father in Heaven, and bear my soul to him that He is always listening. When I beg for my desires for motherhood to be realized, I have learned that He is not saying “no,” He is saying “wait.” So it is with most trials we are asked to pass through. He has never left me alone. I know He loves me. I know that it will all be all right in the end. All I have to do is wait, and I never have to wait alone.

Bow Chica Wow Wow

It’s about time huh?  Sheesh, I’ve only been talking about this blessed quilt for MONTHS now.  But, FINALLY it is finished.   
I am so proud!  This project was a lot of work, because this thing was HAND quilted baby.  (I started it before I owned a sewing machine). 
Lizzy is pretty sure that I made it for her, bless her heart.  Every time I would spread out my quilting stuff, she would come hunker down right in the middle. 

Partially Cloudy

 
Boo on failed fertility treatments.  Boo on cramps.  Boo on mood swings. 
But, looking on the bright side:
Christmas is in less than a month!  And we’re going to Califo!  We have the tree set up, our stockings are hung, we’ve even begun wrapping presents!  (And by we, I mean Spencer).
We had an awesome Thanksgiving which we spent with awesome friends!  So much fun!  So much good food!  The sweet potatoes… ahhhhhhhh…the sweet potatoes.  Don’t even get me started on the pie. 
Lizzy is sleeping in my lap.  Little lamb.
I have awesome friends.  Some near, and some far away, but I am so grateful to have so many wonderful people in my life. 
My husband is THE BEST! 

Exhibit A:  Even though I ALWAYS pick “As Sisters in Zion” as the opening hymn for family home evening, he is happy to oblige.  He even knows all the words. 
Exhibit B: He watches “Confessions of a Shopaholic” with me when I get to select the movie.  Even if that is the same movie I picked last time and the time before that and possibly the time before that. 
Exhibit C: He sends me funny text messages during the day that say things like “You are the nectarine of my eye.”  (Boo on apples, ew.)
Exhibit D: He is very forgiving.  Even though I told Spencer, this morning while we were eating waffles, that I hoped his fork handle would slide into a puddle of syrup on his plate (which everyone knows you shouldn’t wish on your worst enemy), he didn’t get mad.  I took it back by the way.  I was just joking, but I know I crossed a line that should never be crossed.  It will never happen again. 
Exhibit E: He insists that I take a nap while he makes dinner on Sundays.  I feel so spoiled when he does that, but I really do appreciate the break!

It’s going to be a good week.  I have big plans to make some Christmas ornaments and do some baking. 
We’ll talk soon!  

Name Them One By One

What are you thankful for?

Variations

I wanted to share some pictures from this last weekends photo shoot.  I did a photo swap with my friend.  I got to take her little family’s pictures, and she took ours.  I’ll have to share the photos she took once we get them.  
  
I LOVED the location.  I was frolicking all over the field, as I tend to do when I find a lovely open space to romp around in. 

We all got burrs in our socks.  It was worth it though, very worth it.

Isn’t she cute?  I always love tweaking photos to give the same shot a different feel.  I never can decide which one I like the most.

A Small Discovery

Have you ever heard of this blog?:

I love hearing people’s stories.  I love recording/collecting/sharing stories.  I find inspiration in the world around me, but most especially in people.  Doesn’t it inspire you to be a witness to someone's kindness?  Doesn’t it inspire you to see people connecting with other people?  Sharing.  Teaching.  Loving.  Doesn’t it inspire you to see someone who is living life with hope, despite obvious challenges? 
When I hear stories about people who can see the good in the world, and have a desire to contribute to it, I feel more motivated to be a better person myself.  So, I add Kelle Hampton to my ever-growing list of such people. 
I am always interested to hear a good story, so feel free to share any inspiring finds you have had lately!
P.S. I LOVE that quilt.  I am making a scrappy quilt myself right now.  Never mind that I haven’t QUITE finished my last quilt.  I am mostly obsessed with making quilt tops, that’s the fun part.  I really need to buckle down and finish them though because it’s getting out of hand I tell you. 

I Spy

Recently I babysat a little boy who LOVES “I Spy” books.  We would look at one every night before I tucked him in.  It got me thinking that it would be so fun to make my own!  So, I am currently making a few of my own I Spy books to give as Christmas gifts. 
The photos are so fun to compose.  This one is a hodge podge of tickets, postcards, and other tidbits from my trip to Europe.  It has actually been a good exercise for me to post this one on my blog, because I am realizing that I should have probably even put more stuff in my next picture so it will be a little more difficult.  Not too difficult, because I’m making these for children, but perhaps a tad more challenging.  The subject matter is probably a bit complex for children anyhow, so perhaps I’ll just consider this a practice round.  Anywho…
Can you spy:

• two red ribbons
• the same masterpiece twice
• a green button
• two Eiffel towers
• cupid
• a yellow rose
• the world
• 6 diamonds
• a teacup
• Mona Lisa

Boom Shakalaka

(title compliments of Spencer)

Yellow.  How I love thee.  You go so well with grey and black.  You brighten dreary days.  You are unfailingly cheerful and bright.  You look excellent on purses and shoes.  Don’t tell the other colors, but lately, you have been my favorite. 
I had been planning to do a little photo shoot wearing the skirt I made over the weekend.  Spencer was kind enough to offer his services as a photographer.  I saw this ADORABLE yellow truck and knew that it would be perfect for the pictures.  I timidly asked the friendly owner of the truck if we could snap a few photos.  He was perfectly happy to oblige, much to my delight, though I think he thought I was a tad bit strange for calling his truck adorable. 

Lizzy patiently sat in the car and watched us take pictures.  I don’t know why, but this photo of her looking out the window makes me giggle.  She is so cute!  Little Stinker. 

This Is My Shari:

Today, I wanted to share a little bit about one of my favorite people ever… my sister, Shari.  We have definitely had our share of sibling rivalry (when we were little we once concocted a plan to smear peanut butter all over the counter to see who mom would blame, so we could subsequently discover which daughter she loved most, the idea being that she wouldn’t blame her favorite daughter, I realize this is a run-on sentence but just go with it), but we are now the best of friends and wish that we didn’t live several states apart from each other.
Aside from being cute and funny and really fun to shop with, Shari is a very kind and giving person.  I hope she won’t mind if I share a story about her. 
Shari and her husband, Mike went out to eat for Shari’s birthday.  They noticed a couple with a baby sitting a few tables over.  The baby had obvious health problems, and it looked as though the family probably spent a lot of time in the hospital.  Shari asked Mike if they could pay for this couple’s meal, as her birthday present.  They asked the waitress if they could cover the couple’s meal anonymously and left before the little family was notified that their meal had been paid for. 
Wow.  I find her sweet act of generosity so inspiring.  That is just how she is. 
When Shari was in elementary school, she was good friends with a little girl with some obvious mental handicaps.  She would play with her on the playground, and help her make sand cakes in the sandbox.  I’m not sure how many other friends this little girl had.  But I do know that Shari reached out to her when may others didn’t.  Shari didn’t care if others viewed her as different, she just wanted to be a friend to someone in need. 
I could go on and on sharing story after story of the times that Shari has been an example to me.  I am so grateful that she is my sister.  I’m pretty lucky to have her in my life, I tell you what.  

Creating While Waiting

I recently made a big decision.  I have decided to share my feelings about infertility on this blog.  Why? 
One thing I really hope to gain from this trial, is an ability to comfort those who share my same struggles.  I feel so deeply for those who would like to start a family, but can’t.  I wish all the time there was something I could do to reach out, to lift and inspire.  I can’t do this if I am not willing to be open about my experiences.  In the past I have been very private about our situation.  I did not want to appear to be a whiner by talking about the things that are so difficult for me.  I did not want to feel vulnerable.  I did not want everyone to know that I was broken.  I was scared how I would feel if people didn’t reach back, after it had taken so much courage for me to share a painful part of myself.  I am trying to let those fears go.
I will still share crafts and pictures and things that inspire me.  This is my blog, so I thought I would share more of me than rather than compartmentalize my life.  Creativity. Infertility.  Spirituality. These are all a part of who I am. I think there is reason to share each of these in the same space because they are all what make me, me.  

Orange Roses Are My Favorite

I was asked to teach a floral arranging class for enrichment.  Needless to say I was ECSTATIC to get to play with lots of pretty flowers.  I took Spencer with me to pick them out.  Poor guy, I don’t think he knew what he was in for.  We were shopping for flowers for quite a while.  I'll have to post some pictures of the actual arrangement...

A Better Plan

I’m the kind of girl that likes to have a plan.  I carry my planner with me ALWAYS.  I like to plan each day.  I make copious to-do lists and find satisfaction in checking each item off.  I like to organize my week and month.  I like knowing what is going to happen when.  Even if there aren’t any monumental tasks for the day, I like to schedule the small things like doing laundry, painting my toenails, or even taking a nap.  Some might call it obsession; I call it organization. 
I am consistently amazed, however, at how many things in life don’t go according to plan, even when I have a meticulous schedule in place.  It can be frustrating sometimes.  But what I am grateful for today is that I have a Heavenly Father whose plan for me is better than the plan I have for myself.  I can’t wait to see what He has in store for me. 

A Lesson From Heather

I taught Young Women's yesterday, and shared the following story.  It is quite long, but it is one of my absolute favorites, and has weighed heavily on my mind lately. 

“It has been several years and I am still deeply touched how in one fleeting moment, with great power, the Spirit was manifest to me through two bright blue eyes. The eyes belong to Heather; a nine year old girl with a keen mind, infectious giggle, and a determined spirit housed in a very physically restricted frame. Due to the nature of her handicaps, the simplest of life’s activities, if at all possible, are a major task. Unable to verbalize, Heather sends messages, quite efficiently, with her eyes; a direct gaze indicating “yes” and a blink meaning “no”. So through a series of questions, gazes, blinks, giggles, facial expressions, more questions and more gazes and blinks, Heather has shared her vibrant spirit and brought incredible amounts of joy into the lives of those who know her and take the time to interact with her.
As Heather’s therapist and teacher, I have sensed on many occasions that for Heather, as with other handicapped children, the veil seems to be very thin. How often I have wondered what she could teach me about the things of the Spirit if only the expression were granted.
Heather is proud of her membership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and is a great little missionary in her own right as she struggles to share with others that which is of most value to her.
Summer school is a fun time for special students and teachers alike. The atmosphere is relaxed and the days are short. Its purpose is to maintain basic living skills during the long break between school years.
Monday morning, as usual, Heather arrived at school with a countenance as bright as the sun in the sky. As she was wheeled off the bus, we visited about the previous weekend. When we arrived at the classroom, Heather indicated to me that she had attended Primary so I began singing some of the Primary songs, looking for an indication of familiarity on Heather’s face. A smile broke across her face in immediate recognition. Between songs I talked to Heather briefly and she responded in her usual manner. I asked Heather if I could sing my favorite Primary song “I Wonder When He Comes Again”. She responded positively and so I proceeded. At the conclusion of that song I asked Heather if she had a favorite song. Immediately her eyes focused on mine but then I faced the challenge of determining which song she loved above all others and to satisfy my own curiosity - why? Through a series of questions I discovered that it was a song she had heard in Primary. She wasn’t sure which song book it was in and most importantly, it was a song about Jesus. As I went through every possible song I could think of, to my dismay and Heather’s disappointment, none of them was the right one. I didn’t understand and concluded that Heather was confused. I had spent eight years collectively as Junior Primary Chorister and felt certain that I had not forgotten any of the songs about Jesus. But Heather refused to let the issue die. It was as if she needed for some reason for the two of us to share her favorite song. Finally I agreed that I would bring my Primary song books to school the following day and promised her that we would go through them together.
Tuesday morning Heather arrived and was wheeled into the classroom. Visually she was on the prowl for the song books. As her eyes fixed on the books across the room, she gave me a squeal and a look to let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted to find the song—now! So we took a minute and went through the books but to no avail. She liked all of the songs but none of them were THE song.
Wednesday dawned a beautiful day. It was as if the day were created to reflect the beauty of what lay in store. Heather came to school more determined than ever that we find her song. Tucked in Heather’s wheelchair was the new hymn book. I took Heather out of her wheelchair and situated her comfortably on her stomach in a beanbag. I positioned myself on the floor at her side. Page by page we made our way through the hymn book. With each page I sang the first phrase of the song and with each page Heather’s eyes closed in a definite no. We were more than halfway through the book and I’m afraid I began to doubt the possibility of any success in the adventure but I continued. As a matter of routine I turned to the next page and began:
“There is sunshine in my soul today...”
It was as if someone had stuck her with a pin. Heather jumped and smiled; her bright eyes looking directly my way. Together we laughed and reveled in the moment of completing a three-day search. With the search ended it was time to get back to business…. Once she was situated in her chair with her head resting comfortably on my arm I said, “OK, now we can finally sing your favorite song.” With a smile on her face she listened as I began:
“There is sunshine in my soul today
More glorious and bright
Than glows in any earthly sky
For Jesus is my light...”
As I began the chorus Heather mustered all the effort she could and joined in with occasional sounds only slightly more audible than a sigh but booming with spirit to sing with me...
“Oh there’s sunshine,
Blessed sunshine
Where the peaceful, happy moments roll.
When Jesus shows His smiling face
There is sunshine in my soul.”
As I sang the words to the last line she looked at me steadily, as if to say, “I like that part.” I felt so grateful that we had found the song. Heather was so happy that it was worth the effort and then some. Little did I realize that the real message was yet to be discovered. I asked if she wanted the rest of the verses. She, of course, responded with a firm, “Yes”. I expressed my insecurity about remembering all the words since we had left the hymn book in the classroom, but decided to give it a shot anyway, so I continued:
“There is music in my soul today;
A carol to my king
And Jesus, listening can hear
The songs I cannot sing...”
“And Jesus, listening can hear the songs I cannot sing.” Heather seemed to really come to life at that line in the song. Her reaction was so strong that I stopped. I looked at her as the reality and significance of the moment pressed on my mind. I queried, “Heather, is that it? Is that what you like about the song? Is it what you want me to know? That Jesus is listening and He can near the songs you cannot sing:” She lifted her head and looked me straight in the eyes with excitement and yet almost relief evident on her face. The testimony had been borne.
I felt a great reverence at what was taking place. Feeling guided by the Spirit myself I ventured on to ask, “Heather, does Jesus talk to you in your mind and in your heart?” Immediately her little head again came up and her look was penetrating.
Knowing her close relationship with the Savior and feeling surely an answer awaited, there was one more thing I wanted to know. So with reverent anticipation I whispered, “Heather, what does He say?” My heart pounded as I viewed the clear look in her eyes as she awaited my questions so she could in fact share with me her insight. I feel that the Lord gave me the right questions to ask as I took a deep breath and proceeded. “Does He say, ‘Heather, I love you?” Her eyes were simply radiant as she confirmed that statement. I paused, swallowed and continued, “Does He say, ‘Heather, you’re special’?” With a new found energy source her arms began to wave with excitement and her eyes were as big as quarters as she looked into my face. I paused again with a lump in my throat and then followed with, “Does He say, ‘Heather, be patient, I have great things in store for you’?”
What I next witnessed, I will never forget. Heather’s head became erect, every fiber of her being seemed to be electrified as her eyes penetrated my own soul. She knew she was loved. She knew she was special. She knew she needed only be patient for great things are in store.
The moment was too sacred for further words. I leaned forward and pressed her cheek against my own. Without any words, but with bright blue eyes as windows to a valiant soul, the truth was made known.
Yes, Heather, Jesus, listening, can hear.”
(from When Life Doesn’t Seem Fair by Bruce and Joyce Erickson)
What more could you possibly add to a testimony like that?  What a sweet reminder that our Savior knows our hearts.  He loves us and I am so grateful that I never have to face hard times alone. 

October 31st

The resemblance is uncanny is it not?

A Converse Kind of Family

Just popping in to share some pictures from a recent photo shoot.  I was in California last week.  I intended to take lots of pictures while there, but that didn’t happen.  I’ll have to see what I can scrounge up to share from my trip.  In the meantime, I thought I would leave you with these: 
How cute are their matching shoes? 

Musings

So remember how yesterday I was feeling hopeful and calm?  Well, today I made a little mistake that torched those feelings rather quickly.  Spencer and I were sitting on the couch trying to decide what movie to watch.  I voted for Little Women seventeen times, while Spencer tried to come up with alternatives that would perhaps be a more enjoyable substitute (more enjoyable for him that is).

Well, we finally settled on Father of the Bride II, because it was one of the few movies in our collection that we haven't seen recently.  Spencer is a good sport to watch so many chick flicks with me.  He generally seems to enjoy them well enough.  Anywhoo... as you probably guessed it was not the best flick for a menstruating, hormonal, mess, such as myself to watch.

I thought I could handle it.  Yeah, I knew that the premise of the movie was that both mom and daughter are pregnant at the same time.  But it's a silly movie and I thought I would enjoy a good laugh.  I was surprised to feel drained after it was over.  Drained and empty.  I know these characters are fictional, but for some reason watching Annie share the exciting news with her family made me realize anew what I am missing.  Her perfect life played out exactly as she had always planned and expected.

I felt so sad.  Infertility is so much more than just wanting a baby.  It's about mourning a loss that you aren't becoming the person you always dreamed you would be.  Especially being a Mormon, we are taught from a young age that it is a woman's distinct responsibility to one day be a mother.  We are taught that being a mother is the most important role we will ever fill or thing we will ever do.  Rightfully so.  It is and it is.  That is part of what makes this so difficult.

I sometimes feel stuck on the path of life.  I want to have a family.  I want to fulfill my divinely ordained roll of becoming a mother and raising children to lead good lives.  My desires are so much deeper than the selfish desire for some possession I lack.  What is most difficult is the feeling that I am not who I was meant to be.  I have to tell myself again and again that it is not my fault.

Lets recap the past several years of my life shall we?  Up until I graduated from college, things always went according to plan.  I always got good grades.  I loved my friends and family.  I was accepted to go to BYU, which is the only school I ever wanted to go to.  I loved my college experience.  Loved it.  Loved every bit of it.

I had some difficulty in deciding what to major in, but finally settled on Marriage Family and Human Development.  I put up with a lot of ridicule for choosing this field of study.  There were many comments along the lines of, "Oh, do you get to take lots of cooking and sewing classes?" and, "I bet you're studying that becuase you just want to get married."  Though many doubted the level of academics involved in my major, I loved what I studied.  I loved learning about the pshychology behind family units and was excited to go on to get my master's in Marriage and Family Therapy.  For me, it wasn't about taking easy classes in a short major, it was about studying something that would prepare me to one day make a difference in the world by making a difference in the lives of families.  It may sound corny, but I have always loved to serve other people and felt I would have a gift for therapy. 

Graduation came all to quickly.  My junior year I began applying to graduate schools in California to get my license as a family therapist.  I also applied to BYU's program which was the one I most desired to go to.  I had grades in the top of my class, had done mentored research since I started as a freshman, had glowing letters of recommendation, and was a favorite of about every professor I had ever had.  Immagine my shock at being admitted to every program I had applied to, except BYU's.  I had never failed at anything before.

It was during this time that I met Spencer (a fellow BYU student with a couple years to go).  I decided not to go to graduate school in California.  I wanted to marry my sweetheart, even if it meant giving that up.  We talked about me waiting a year and then re-applying to the graduate program.  But the timing was not ideal.  It would mean Spencer would have to wait to start his career, and we would have to wait to start a family.

For reasons that would probably seem inadequate to much of the world, I put the pursuit of my master's degree on hold.  Since then I have tried this job and that job but haven't really found my place in the world yet.  I would really love to live in California to help my dad, who is in failing health, but we were unable to find a job there.  Instead, we got the job that was the absolute furthest away from home from any other job we applied to.

To add to my frustrations in shaping a career, shortly after getting married I began to have numerous health problems.  I saw literally a dozen doctors, none of whom could tell me what was wrong.  I began to worry that I was losing my mind.  I was in constant pain, but no one could see it!  Why is it that every problem I have is invisible?  Pain. Infertility. Feelings of inadequacy.  Finally in October 2009, my health totally collapsed making it impossible for me to work full-time.  Diagnosis: Fibromyalgia.  It just figures I would be labeled with a disease that half the people in this world (including doctors) don't even believe is real.  I have felt such disappointment in myself at not being able to carry a full-time workload.  I'm afraid that many people think I am making it up, and/or just lazy.  

I don't mean this to be a woe is me post.  I am trying to point out a pattern.  Everything from applying to graduate school, to choosing a place to live after Spencer's graduation, to trying to start a family, to even finding meaningful work for me, has not gone according to plan. Thank goodness it is not really my plan that matters.  What matters is that I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me.  I know it.  I hope that as I keep trying, I will be able to figure out what I am supposed to be doing at this time in my life.

The past several years have been difficult.  It's hard not to feel sick all the time.  It's hard to be child-less.  It's hard to be poor.  It's hard to be all these things at the same time.  But I still hope that someday I can help those who struggle as I do.  Even if it's nothing more than giving them a hug and telling them I know EXACTLY what they are going through.  Because, as I've said before, an empathetic heart means a lot!  I guess my point is that even though I don't know the entirety of my purpose right now, I believe that Heavenly Father knows and He'll help me get there.  I just have to keep reminding myself of that.  

Hope

Well, no baby this month.  Darn.  Yesterday was really difficult.  I cried in Spencer's lap.  I cried to my mom on the phone.  But, that was yesterday.

Today.  Today I am more hopeful.  I don't know why.  Because it didn't work.  I still don't know why it won't work.  I still don't know when it will work.  And, most of my friends still have babies/are pregnant.  But, I feel hopeful today, even though I am doubled over with cramps and have been taking pain pills like crazy (but not overdosing, mind you). 

I am hopeful because I have felt Heavenly Fathers love for me a lot the past few days.  I know that he is mindful of me and our little family.  I know he has a plan for me.  I know that I will get to be a mom... someday.  I am grateful that he has given me hope to get me through the hard times.  So though no answers have come, I have a good feeling in my heart.  I am going to do all I can to hold on to it.

Playing With Pictures

Though I haven’t had as much time as I would like to take pictures lately, I spent some time editing some past favorites.  I’ve gotten some requests for custom made jewelry, so I have been working on creating a website (well, actually, just a blog really) to showcase/sell some of my original work.  So that has been keeping my busy busy.  I’ll let you know when it’s up and running.   
 

Elusive Sleep

 

Some things I am thinking about:

1. Do you ever wonder if you are really good at things, or if you just THINK you are good at them?

2. Should I eat a midnight snack?  Yes, definitely.  What should it be?

3. I keep giggling over the fact that I accidentally told a co-worker (a fifty year old woman mind you) that I love her. 

4. I may be getting rid of this blog soon.  You can e-mail me if you want the details.  All three of you that actually read this that is, hahaha. 

5. I am quite close to finishing my quilt and am really excited about it. 

6. I’m ready for a vacation.

7. I miss seeing my Spencer!  A LOT!

8. I am excited to go to the county fair this weekend.  Super excited actually.

9.  I feel achy achy bo bakey.  I am contemplating amputating my shoulders. 

10. I may be getting sleepy so it’s time to end this weird post and say goodnight. 

“Goodnight.”

Piles of Ideas

Lately I have been spending lots of quality time at the Library.  My current fetish has been with home decorating books.  I have checked out STACKS and STACKS of them to bring home and pour over.  Spencer continues to tease me about my love for picture books.  I do; I love lots of pictures. 

The thing is, this has been my first opportunity in life to REALLY decorate, not counting our itty-bitty one bedroom apartment with cinderblock walls (which I don’t because we couldn't even hang pictures up for pete’s sake).  So, I have been decorating with gusto since we got here. 

I have discovered two main problems during this endeavor of creating our home. 

1. I have the hardest time committing to a style!  I like this and that and this and that.  I tear pages out of magazines and bookmark ideas in my stacks of library books.  I save inspiring pictures I find on the internet.  But my tastes are kind of everywhere.  Even settling on a color scheme is a huge task for me.

2. There is simply not much room in the budget for home decorating. 

But, S L O W L Y very S L O W L Y we have worked on really making our little house our own.  Our decor is pretty simple.  We don’t own anything expensive.  Most of our furniture was free and much of the décor was handmade by yours truly.  It has taken us months and months for us to get things to look just the way we wanted.  Sure there’s things we would change if money would allow, but we are totally in love with our little space. 

Plus, I have this philosophy that no matter how simple your decor may be, a house can look fantastic as long as it is clean!  I LOVE cleaning.  I really do.  Give me cleaning over cooking any day.  And it has been so fun to take care of our little place.  So even though it’s not the fanciest, at least it is usually pretty tidy.  We also try to be careful what we allow into our home so that it is a place where we can always feel the spirit.  And that is, of course, the most important part of a home anyways.  

Well, now that I’ve blabbed on and on, I thought I would share some of my favorite library book finds.  If I absolutely HAD to pick a style, it would probably be Shabby Chic… enter designer Rachel Ashwell.  I really like her taste.  Her homes are always really light and airy.  Take a look at a couple of pictures from her book.   

Holy beautiful.  I love that white piano.  And I must figure out how to obtain that ocean front view. 

 

My picture of a picture just doesn’t do this room justice.  Still, I love her “casual thrown-together yet everything matches perfectly” style.  And, I love that she has fresh flowers all over her house. 

The dishes!            Be still my heart.            SO LOVELY!  I wish my dishwasher looked like that, I tell you what.  But I was so inspired that I have started collecting pink china as well.  I only have one or two pieces right now, but someday, many moons from now, I will have a whole dishwasher of happy mismatched vintage plates also.  It has been really fun to hunt for pieces one at a time at thrift stores.  

Someday soon I’ll have to share pictures of our cute little house.

Hard to Come By

When I decided to start a blog as sort of a therapy for our struggles in infertility I thought the blog should have a fun/funny url.

Here's a list of a few urls I came up with:

1. infertilityme.blogspot.com
2. gospermgo.blogspot.com
3. wannabeamomma.blogspot.com
4. adventuresinbabymaking.blogspot.com

The funny thing is all of those were already taken (along with a few other cool ones that I tried to adopt but can't remember their names right now).  This current url was probably my seventh choice.  But whatev.

The point is, that there are lots of people who want what we want and can't have it either.  Even though I joke that I don't know anyone besides us in this situation, I know there are people who feel as we do.  And they're taking all of the good infertility urls.  And we're all coping with the situation by spilling our guts on the internet.

But in all seriousness, I wish there was something that I could do to help all of you who want to have children but can't.  I wish I could reach out to you in some way.  One thing I hope to gain from all this, is empathy for those who struggle with infertility and a better understanding of what I can do to help them.  Because a kind listening ear and a genuine understanding for fellow infertilists (as I shall hitherto call them) is hard to come by.

Oodles of Poodles

I kept really wanting to title this post “Poodles on the Noodle.”  Admittedly, “Oodles of Poodles” isn’t much cooler, but when you have to use a fantastic word like “Poodle,” there are just so many fun title possibilities…

… “Poodles Love Doodles”…

… “Poodles in my Strudel…s”…

Okay I’ll stop.

A couple of weeks ago we puppy sat these little cuties.  Lizzy LOVED the poodles so much.  She followed them all around the house trying to get them to play with her.  I’m not sure they loved her as much as she loved them, but it was fun to have them over.  Yes, I pose dogs for pictures.  I’m weird. 

(One of these things is not like the others)

So the other day when I was in the mood to get out my clay and play for a while, I knew exactly what I wanted to make. 

I really like her little tail. 

If making a fat little poodle out of clay doesn’t make your day, I don’t know WHAT will. 

Smile

My sister, Chelsey, is about the happiest person you will ever meet.  Everywhere she goes she has a smile on her face. 

One time, when my sisters and I were quite little we were told that we had to do our Saturday chores before we could leave for an anticipated excursion.  Saturdays were probably the day of most conflict in our home because we always wanted to skip the cleaning and get right to having fun.  I’m sure some such argument had occurred and Mom sent us to our rooms to clean and shut herself up in the office.  We all sat angrily in separate rooms.  Chelsey, feeling the need to rectify the situation, scribbled the words “Chir Up” onto a crumpled up piece of paper.  She crept quietly to the office, flung open the door, hurled the piece of paper containing the all-important message onto the floor, slammed the door and ran away.

I’m pretty sure my mom still has that piece of paper.  There have been many occasions when Chelsey has “Chired” me up.  She’s the kind of person who is positive, kind, and enjoyable to be around.  She has the kind of energy that just draws people towards her.  I have tried to follow her example and always carry a smile on my face.  Sometimes it is really hard!  I don’t know that I will ever be as good at it as she is.  But I’m really grateful for her gift to see the best in people and the good in the world.  I want to be just like her when I grow up!  

One In Four

Question of the day: If one in four couples struggles with infertility, why don't I know ANYONE besides us who can't get pregnant at the drop of a hat?

Where are these other infertile couples?  I mean, I've read some of their blogs on the internet, but have never actually met one in person.  Even at the doctors office, there are usually five or six pregnant bellies to my left and seven or eight pregnant bellies to my right with my comparably flat stomach sandwiched in between all of them.  So, fellow infertile couples, are you really out there?  Do you really exist?