Category Archives: infertility

I received my medical records in the mail today from my old OB who took care of my broken lady parts, got me pregnant with the moosh (well, Cody took care of the fun part) and brought little miss into this world (so I did most of the work, but he was there to catch,Continue reading “a pregnant phone bill.”

Nothing packs a wallop to a barren, unfruitful uterus like a Hollywood pregnancy.  I’m not even talking about celebrities, which BTW, Britney? Why do you get two? And Angelina? Don’t even get me started. I’m talking about movie pregnancies, television pregnancies and yes, even novel pregnancies. I threw Breaking Dawn against the wall when IContinue reading “Maybe if I sing Manilow classics through my nose it will happen…”

How much of me wants to be pregnant because I can’t? This whole pregnancy thing goes in waves. But lately I’ve been beaten in the face with too many “why her and not me?” situations that the whole “WILL CASEY EVER BE PREGNANT AGAIN?” dilemma is beginning to eat a part of my brain previouslyContinue reading “Has anyone seen my answers?”

In my head is a little room that I keep all my post ideas in. It is currently quite full, and yet there is a fat kid blocking the door so none of the posts can get out. That fat kid is this post. You may have noticed me talking about pregnancy the last fewContinue reading “Dropping eggs and shoving fat kids.”

When your best friend in the whole entire world and your dearest closest newest friend who means the world to you both tell you that they’re pregnant in the same week a plethora of feelings come bubbling to the surface. Most of them unpleasant and requiring some form of repentance. While I am incredibly happyContinue reading “Neener Neener Road.”