Day Six – A Song That Reminds Me of Somewhere:
There’s this highway that hugs the coast of the Pacific Ocean. And on this particular stretch of road, the sun reflects off the water in such a way that it reminds me of all things right in the world.
"You'd be happy wrapped in my apron strings"
Day Six – A Song That Reminds Me of Somewhere:
There’s this highway that hugs the coast of the Pacific Ocean. And on this particular stretch of road, the sun reflects off the water in such a way that it reminds me of all things right in the world.
Day Four – A Song That Makes Me Sad:
This is a difficult one for me to write about. Not that I didn’t know what song I was going to use for this day. It’s more because “Brick” by Ben Folds Five, written and released back in 1997, disturbs me even to this day.
The song itself is haunting; the piano is beautiful yet sad. But it’s the lyrics to the song that get me every time.
Sometimes Hubby & I look at each other when we see parents exasperated while shopping with their young children and think, “Thank GOD we don’t have kids.” Or when we’re in a crowded restaurant and we just *happen* to get seated by a screaming baby, Hubby and I might look at each other and say, “Now, why would anyone want to have one of those?”
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Hubby and I make these comments in jest, because in reality we really do wish we could have had a child of our own.
But just because Hubby and I deliberately and consciously made the decision to stop treatment for our Infertility and continue to live our lives with the possibility of not ever having children, it does not mean that we never wanted children. Continue reading “Infertility Myth: Childfree Living”
Since 2009, the last week of April has been designated as National Infertility Awareness Week (NIAW).** That means that yesterday, on Easter Sunday, marked the beginning of a week dedicated to bringing attention and providing much-needed education about the disease of infertility.
My blog has primarily been about my journey through infertility (and now the child-free life I’m living after infertility). Every year during NIAW, I have always found a way to dedicate at least one blog post to help educate my family and friends. Two years ago, it started as one long post that ended up being divided into six daily posts (yes, it was that long).
And last year, RESOLVE partnered with long-time IF blogger, Mel to come up with an overall theme for NIAW. What resulted was Project IF which challenged those IF bloggers to answer the question, “What IF?” My post for 2010, if you’re interested can be found here.
For NIAW 2011, RESOLVE issued another “Call To Action” for IF bloggers. This year, we’ve been asked to properly “Bust an Infertility Myth.” So that’s what I’ll be doing today.
Easter is this weekend. So yes, the Infertile in me has been mentally preparing myself for lots of cute kids dressed up in their Easter Sunday Best. And I’ve been bracing myself for all the shrieks and excitement that any kid would have on such a wondrously child-centric, “It’s Spring! And New Life (aka absolutely adorable newborn babes) is all around us!” holiday.
But this year, I have another reason to keep my emotions at bay. This year Easter happens to fall on my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 68 years old this Sunday.