Super Heroes

I was finishing off my Christmas shopping a couple of weeks ago when I inevitably ended up in the toy section; specifically, surrounded by Super Hero stuff. Batman, Superman, the Joker… you name it! And, as I stared at all of my options it dawned on me: these are not SUPER HEROES, these are just characters created from someone’s imagination.

Wait, what? The girl who actually LIKES comics, LOVES Gotham, and KNOWS what Arkham even is, amongst other things, is saying this? Don’t get me wrong… I still like the DC and Marvel franchises, but over the last year or so I have come to learn what a real super hero is.

And Then There Were 7…

Back in September I wrote that hopefully 2015 will be our year. While there is still hope for that in the future, this was not the case for us today.

Yes, we recently had our first frozen embryo transfer (FET) from the most recent IVF cycle. And no, it did not “stick”... again! We had an early beta test done on Saturday while DH was in town for a couple of days and the numbers were so low that I basically expected nothing else but negative today unless, of course, a miracle would have occurred - which it did not!

So what have we learned?

Once Upon A Time… Meets Frozen? Why!?

Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I love classic fairy tales, and not just their Disney counterparts but the original stories too. I also have a small collection of fairy tale re-writes that I enjoyed and that is why the TV series, Once Upon A Time, initially appealed to me.

One Month Until Christmas

Seriously? One month! Are you kidding me?

This morning someone asked me why I was so stressed out about Christmas since all of my shopping is already done, and I think my answer surprised her. Since I start my shopping so early and do it in bits and pieces, this never stresses me out it’s the holidays IN GENERAL that I don’t like!

Open Letter: To DH

Over the years you have received countless letters and notes from me; love letters, reminder post-its, to-do lists, messages on the bathroom mirror (not in the creepy sense), and long winded letters of anger/frustration/confusion when I couldn’t express myself so well verbally too (hey, we have all been there).

But this one is different… because I want the world to know about this one!