I realize I've fallen off the face of the blogosphere planet... My apologies for that, you one or two readers who might still occasionally check to see if there's a new post.
Mostly, I've been really enjoying life. I have been so blessed with a wonderful home, an amazing husband, an incredible part time job, and a most precious and awesome daughter...and life has been going a million miles a second.
There's been a lot of moments over the last year or so where I've been struck by a lot of things infertility-related. I really meant to write a post about Mother's Day...and didn't. I really meant to write a post about the holidays and infertility...and I didn't. I really meant to write a few posts about infertility after receiving the blessing of a child...and didn't.
Mostly, if I'm honest, I often try to stuff the complexity of infertility deep down in my soul, where even God can't find it (yeah, right). God gave me the child I so deeply desired for so long, so why should I want for more? Well, who knows if I should or shouldn't, but I do. I have a deep longing for another child to join our family (and not to have to undergo another intrusive, difficult, but beautiful adoption process for it to happen). I desire for Nora to NOT be an only child. I LONG to be pregnant. I desire to get to parent another infant. And I wish to have answers.
But as of right now, none of these things are happening. And it's February. This is our FIVE YEAR anniversary since we started trying to have a baby. Five years. Really?! Man - that is just the weirdest reality I think I've ever had to face. And let's be honest...maybe I'm not facing it at all.
