My very good friend Mary knows about my troubles with infertility. She has got to be my best friend here in the middle of Nowhere, NM and may in fact be my only friend besides my co-workers.
You've got to cling like hell to what you can find out here. (Just kidding...in case any of them ever read this.)
She too had troubles conceiving. She had 3 miscarriages between her 2 children who are now 5 years old and one year old. She had to have fibroids removed from her uterus to get pregnant in the first place. She understands my situation. She gets me...
I actually like it when she approaches me with something "new" she found on the internet (red raspberry tea leaves, evening primrose oil...you know, the things I've already been trying for months) or something she remembers about when she was TTC. She is the one who comes over for a glass of wine and mint chocolate chip ice cream on CD1 when AF barges into my life again.
But what I like best about our friendship is that she also sends me little motivating text messages.
She sent me text message the other day repeating verbatim what her 5 year old son Wyatt said to her and now I'm relaying it to you:
"Wyatt says he wants to get a mommy hamster and a baby hamster. We asked him what he wants to name them. He says he wants to name the mommy hampster miss Michele [me] cause he really likes miss Michele and she doesn't have any kids of her own so she needs a kid to take care of. And he wants to name the baby Fluffy."
So now H and I have to hump like rabbits and breed like hamsters!!! -do hamsters breed rampantly, cause if so, I'm ok with being called a hamster, or rather a hamster being named after me.
As a side note, it's a little worrisome when other people's kids start to notice that you are barren!!!!!!
Second side note, the more you say/type hamster, the less it sounds like a word.