The Beginning

I bought a real journal the other day.  You know, that thing with actual pages and stuff? That you use a pen or pencil to write in? Yeah, one of those.  This is a fancy-dancy one with moleskin (not real moles, silly!) pages, called the "legendary notebook of Hemingway, Picasso and Chatwin." I'm sure I should know who Chatwin is, but I don't. Anyway, here it still sits, snug in it's plastic wrap, mocking me daily with its still empty pages and uncracked spine. Oh, hell. 

And then I thought I would do something that has never been done before. I'd write a blog! Here I can not only get out what I need to (so it doesn't start building up inside like a hair filled drain) but I can also someday say to some woman at a BBQ or in line at the grocery store, or wherever, "You're about to do in vitro? Hey, I did that! Why don't you check out my blog so you can see what it was like for me!" And then (fingers crossed) I'll pat the top of my son/daughter's head and say, "And it worked, to boot!" I don't think I'd actually say "to boot," but you get the picture. Or, even better, some one out there in cyberspace will be about to start her first (and hopefully last) in vitro process and she, like me, will not know anyone personally who has done it before and she, like me, will have lots and lots of well-meaning but Baby-fied, Fertile Myrtle friends who could never really understand what she is going through. And she, like me, will most likely be, well, terrified/excited/terrified/freaked-out/giddy/terrified. 

And, let's face it, it's just easier to type. I can balance my laptop on my legs in bed and not disturb a sleeping cat or two. So, dear moleskin, you will have to wait. Hemingway never had it so good.

So here it is. The good, the bad, the ugly and all that's in between on my journey through In Vitro...