Beautiful Babes

Definately worth a look......someone's been busy.
....and I can't stop staring!

* Beware the cuteness overload http://detourbaby.blogspot.com

Surviving Survivor's Guilt....

I know a thing or two about infertility.
I know lots of women who know a thing or two about infertility. I have experienced every single high & low of this journey, if not personally then through my Twisted Sisters. We've seen it all, haven't we girls?
I have read many times about "Survivor's Guilt". The unfamiliar territory of a new pregnancy. Feeling like you no longer belong. That you have deserted or abandoned your clan. You feel wretched for having good news amongst so much bad. You might tip-toe to avoid upsetting those you care about. Your joy could be mistaken for gloating! The last thing you want is to be all smug in everyone's face.

Our Mellie is tasting survivors guilt. And it tastes like troll.

I am so, so sorry that infertiles have this one last hoop to jump through. It is terribly unfair. When one of us falls pregnant it is only after many, many months & years of sorrow, frustration & desperation.
If you fall pregnant then Shout about it! Scream and Whoop! Your true friends will be squealing right there beside you! After all we've been through there should be only room for rejoicing.
Trolls and guilt can stay the fuck away.

Back on the Mainland

I love Tasmania.
What a beautiful, fascinating & welcoming place. And not even that cold, Miss Betty!
I have always loved history. Tasmania left my head exploding with wonderful stats & incredible stories of early Australian settlement. On top of that it is abundant with exquisite natural splendour. We toured a full loop of the island and everyday we did something fun & different. We joked that it was like a school excursion for grown ups! The Winniebago provided very comfortable lodgings each night. I nicknamed it the "Winnie Winner".
Any good holiday should include copious amounts of eating, sleeping and spending. We certainly over-indulged in each of those activities.
We embraced each other's company and rekindled our friendship! P even began calling me "Number One" and "First Lady".

And we laughed. Our days and nights were filled with rollicking, raucous laughter. .
We were going to bed so insanely early some evenings that we'd wake in the early hours and talk about the previous day's adventure or pondered our next move. It always ended with a laugh. It was delicious.

I'd forgotten what a comic duo we can be. When we first met P & I we used to laugh all the time. He was the most hilarious, quick witted man I'd ever encountered. I knew I had found my intellectual, smart arsed equal. His dry one-liners were never lost on me. We loved to outdo each other with big words and banter. Falling in love with him was simple.

Isn't it a shame that in a relationship you sometimes lose contact with that person you first met. Life can get so busy and at the same time so humdrum & mediocre. Thank goodness for holidays. Tassie was a beautiful tonic for us.

IVF has been canned for another month. July will be our month. I am sure of it.
It was lovely to catch up on all my blogs and read lots of good news.
Exciting times.!