I am compiling a list of songs. Songs that make you feel good. That DO NOT remind you of infertility or loss. That are the antithesis of infertility or loss. They may, inadvertently, be tied to your journey because they were playing at a certain time. But the songs I want are the ultimate throw open the windows and drive around feeling good mix CD. The songs you play to feel empowered. I will kick it off with Pink's "Get the Party Started." I will also add the St. Elmo's Fire theme (thank you, Serenity!), "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor, "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles, and "Break My Stride" by Matthew Wilder. You favourite songs to get you in a good mood. The ones that make your heart burst a little as you're singing along. Run with that and add to the list via the comments section or an email. And yes, another icon for the sidebar is forthcoming. A record perhaps instead of a CD, showing our age.
I am beyond moved that Julie passed me the blogroll torch and I hope to make her proud. Reading that post was sort of like finding out that the Queen was coming to dinner with ten minutes notice. I figuratively ran around like a chicken with her head cut off through the blogroll fretting--but there are double entries, there are blogs to be moved, there are not enough clickers! And then I set out the good china (which, by the way, my sister was right. We should have never registered for it. We still haven't used it because we can't decide whether it should be meat or dairy--little wink to all my Jewy Kosher Jews out there) and smoothed the napkins and said, "welcome, your majesty." And I did one of those low curtsies...figuratively, of course.
Which is just a long way of saying, welcome if you're here for the first time.
- If you want to be added to the blogroll, just send me an email at email@example.com.
- Helps me out tremendously if you pick your own category.
- You can move around to a new category at any point (just send me an email again).
- Would love it if you put a link to the blogroll back on your own blog so more people (in other words, new bloggers) find it as they read your blog.
- The sidebar on my blog is usually a few days more up-to-date than the blogroll post (I add first to the sidebar and then cut-and-paste the list every few days into the post) so you will show up on the sidebar first.
- Since lots of requests are coming in, I probably won't be able to email back to let you know when it's up, so check the sidebar. I'm a crazy multi-tasker who gets very little sleep so it's usually up within a day or so.
It is time to rock the vote. Head over to Weebles Wobblog to read all of the limerick entries and vote on your favourite. How can you go wrong with a poem that manages to rhyme scabies with babies?
And now, blogs a plenty, blogs galore.
Aspiring Baker has a fantastic post this week about choosing the perfect sperm donor. It's about how we talk ourselves into ideas, how all of our decisions are fraught with what ifs. How not only does the criteria we use to cast our comfort zone change over time, but how we change it to fit what we have in front of us. Where we need to find comfort. It is not only a fascinating subject, but this post is so incredibly well-written that I ended up going through it several times, marveling over the small changes from word to word.
Chicklet at Blurb This has three of the funniest faux pregnancy announcements ever. The one I particularly loved and am planning on having Josh send out one day if I ever get knocked up: "Sunday morning my wife's and my lives were forever changed when she shat in the delivery room in front of me. Oh yea, and we had a kid. But seriously dudes, she shat! On the table!"
Nancy at The Life of Nancy has an interesting post about primary vs. secondary infertility. I think it is cool to hear how she views the same situation from two separate vantage points having gone through primary and now secondary IF. Her main thesis is to not draw comparisons--they are two separate but equal beasts with their own inherent problems. I think my favourite part was an analogy that comes at the end: "For ttc#2(+)-ers, hearing 'well, at least you already have a child' hurts just as much as a ttc#1-er hearing 'Well, at least you can have nice things instead of children'. We want that child, whether it's #1 or #3, so telling us anything regarding not getting that child hurts like hell."
Lastly, DD. Dearest DD and her Vaseline. I loved this post. I loved it because it made me turn to Josh and ask him to read it too. She describes what her blog does for her--what it means to her. And what the comments and readers mean to her. As I read it, the best analogy I could come up with to explain this situation is that final scene in the made-for-tv version of Alice in Wonderland (the one with the absolutely divine Carol Channing) where Alice has to say goodbye to all of the animals and chess pieces and she's so sad. They're the only ones who understand where she has been. She'll leave Wonderland and return home and she'll try to explain everything to her sister. But her sister will never get it because she wasn't there. It's not that Alice wants to spend the rest of her life in Wonderland, but she wouldn't mind bringing a few of those creatures into the next place she lives, not just because she misses them, but because they understand a piece of her that no one else does.
DD is our Alice. She is deep in the rabbit hole and she needs the connections with fellow bloggers to get out: "Unfortunately even though you don't need to 'listen' to me blahblahblah woe is me blah boohoo, I desperately need you and your supportive emails and comments. I feel like a complete putz having to put my hat in my hand and admit to you that I can't seem to function normally without hearing from you occasionally." At the same time, connecting with fellow bloggers; reading their posts about appointments she isn't able to get or referrals that are not in her mailbox, is an impossibility at times too. Yet she knows that by not reading and by not commenting, she can't ask for the same support in return. She doesn't feel like she can morph into a Mommy Blogger because that doesn't feel natural either. And she can't stay within infertility because it's too painful. But her blog is so important to her.
And so I turn back to Julie at A Little Pregnant. Namely, her post on "staying for the bofrags." It is the evolution of a blog that never strays from the original reason for its inception--that search for definition. Julie as infertile, as pregnant, as a mother, as infertile, and now, as she promises, herself as a daughter. It is all variations on the same theme, all interconnected. And I hope that is the route that DD takes (please, for the love, only you could name a post "Vaseline"--where would I be without your words?). The evolution of DD. From supermodel to international spy to... I mean, from mother to infertile to wherever she goes from here. It is all variations on the same heart.
Wait! You were going to click away. No--you have homework to do. Leave your favourite song. Name and singer/band preferably so I can create the greatest and longest mix CD of all the time.