No data exists to support my claim, but I’m guessing most reproductive endocrinologists don’t open their doors to the infertile public at 6AM. Early entry is just one of the added bonuses of our RE, especially when we can be in and out of her office, do 200 push-ups in the waiting room, read an [...]
Shaving our cat was not something we did solely to amuse ourselves, although random giggles and heartfelt guffaws have been a glorious benefit.
Cleo is like the dirty kid that refuses to comb her hair, bathe, brush her teeth or change her clothes. Grooming is not a skill Cleo developed due to premature removal from her [...]
Seventeen days past ovulation, seven AM on a bleary Sunday morning, and Constance still hadn’t gotten her period. We had one pregnancy test on-hand and decided that instead of boxing it up, tucking it between a pile of scarves and a Cuisinart, we’d give it a shot.
And, had Constance’s period not arrived in full force [...]
There’s a first time for everything, and while I await my first shot at parenthood, I’ve begun to explore the lexicon of leftovers at my disposal – whether by choice or coercion.
On our drive home from Home Depot last night to pick up some paint brushes, Constance told the story of a woman she works [...]
Communication is my brittle weakness, and I lose track of and touch with many people I adore. My dear friend Mary, who spent the previous two weeks traipsing about France on a holiday focused on consuming copious amounts of fromage, shooting espresso and attending Tori Amos concerts, emailed me this morning with a unique request. [...]
Blame for my disdain could squarely fall upon the Herculean shoulders of one Mr. Eldrick “Tiger” Woods, but were I to heave it there I’d have to toss it on the petite, bony backs of Ms. Julia Fiona Roberts and Ms. Keri “Felicity” Russell, as well. I fear that their waifish frames couldn’t support my [...]
Father’s Day was not the emotional hurdle some might expect for a child-hungry husband such as me. Sprinting past the awesomely hot day, packing our kitchen into 10 over-sized, over-stuffed boxes, Constance and I loaded season two of Arrested Development on the MacBook and George-Bluthed (hid) ourselves from the world in our air-conditioned mess. We [...]
Constance’s plane touches down later this afternoon following her week in Minneapolis, and I’m vacillating between smothering her with my feral affection and falling at her feet, not to worship her as a false idol, but to hibernate.
I’m exhausted from feeling so somber. Constance’s absence coupled with the mass of boxes and packing materials cluttering [...]
Mom and Dad drive-dialed me last night on their trip to Des Moines to purchase more supplies for dad’s rewiring job at the local dentist’s office. Positioning the cell phone in the middle of the truck seat and placing me on speaker phone has become my parents’ preferred method of communication, which leaves my mother [...]
Daydreaming can be a dangerous endeavor, especially when one begins reaching, via the mind, for those things believed to be physically elusive. But ever since the ride home from a USTA tennis league match last night with my amazing neighbor, Karen, I’ve been high, and it’s not just because I’ve been on Vicodin for the [...]