I’m giving away a book! I love to read, and I love to share my love of reading. I do not love to share infertility with others, but sharing is helpful, despite how much it sucks to have that to share.
I recently purchased Navigating the Land of If online on a whim, hoping for something new to add to my brain’s file of Infertile Knowledge. As I read a lot, the book actually didn’t give me enough new material to warrant a cover-to-cover read. Thumbing through it was enough for me. This is why I don’t buy books without looking through them first. D’oh.
However, my mistake will be one blog reader’s gain. I could post the book on my PaperBack Swap account, but I’d rather pass it on with a more personal approach. Infertility is lonely and segregating enough on its own.
Melissa Ford, who is also the author of Stirrup Queens, presents a wealth of information on inferility in a book that is both smart and sassy. It covers topics ranging from information and how-tos on common fertility medications to how to respond to the eleventy-billionth person who suggests relaxation as a cure for infertility.
The lucky will winner will receive the book and a bracelet representing Infertility’s Common Thread, handcrafted (aka braided and knotted) by Yours Truly.
How to enter:
- Comment on this entry. Let me know you’d like to win, and explain a bit about your own battle with infertility. Feel free to be as vague or specific as you like. Just share with me about your infertility.
- Follow me on Twitter and contact me with an @ reply to let me know you are a new follower trying to win this giveaway.
- Tweet about this giveaway using my Twitter username (@Jennandtonica) and a link to this entry.
- Subscribe to receive e-mail updates from my blog.
Enter once or enter as many times as you’d like. I’m not going to be an entry nazi, and I don’t mind sifting through several responses to choose a winner. I just want to pass this book along to someone who can put it to good use.
Unfortunately, this giveaway is only open to those with shipping addresses within the US.
You have until 11:59 p.m. EDT on Thursday, March 25 to enter. I will randomly select a winner and announce the result the following day.
Good luck!
I don’t think I’m a hypochondriac, but if I end up visiting the doctor for something other than an obvious sinus/respiratory infection, I convince myself I will walk out of there with the diagnosis that puts an expiration date on my life.
You’d think I was scared out of my mind to pursue fertility testing.
Nope. Not at all.
By that point, my focus had drifted from myself to my future child(ren). Rob and I are both do-ers, and once we set a goal, we work hard to achieve it. Expanding our family is no different.
Being a good parent requires a certain amount of selflessness. You don’t have to be a parent already to realize that. I’d be just another moron if I spent all the time and effort (and WORDS – I talk a lot about this subject, yo) and wasn’t willing to be an active participant in trying to conceive, even if that means handing over all thoughts of modesty.
Going through testing can be frustrating. It can be disheartening. Unfortunately, it puts an expiration date on the attempts for some people.
For me, I have my highs and lows. It feels great to have a plan and to be up and running. It does not feel great when I fall flat on my face in the loose asphalt. And boy oh boy, I fall hard sometimes.
The hardest part is being the bum half of the equation. Rob is healthy as a prize stud horse, and I’m lucky to still evade the glue factory. I feel so often like a dead weight, and I can only take so much sympathy before it starts to have the opposite effect. What comes so easily – without any effort at all – to an obscene number of people has yet to become a reality for me, despite all the medication, monitoring, procedures and perfect timing.
I’m broken, and my husband is stuck with me.
He chose to be stuck with me, though, and chooses to remain stuck with me. Neither of us wed for breeding purposes, and neither of us – as he has pointed out in my lowest of lows, when I’ve apologized and apologized for failing as a wife – would leave for breeding purposes.
Finding out that I’m the broken half has only changed one thing for us: We’re facing our goal and know we’re doing all we can to work toward it. We already love that future child, and we work hard every day to give it the life and home it already deserves. Doctors can be scary, but in this case, I can’t get enough of them.
I smell a giveaway. Stay tuned. Must work out the details.
I don’t normally condone blurry photos, but you need beer goggles to look at the hot mess otherwise known as me tonight. What’s that in my hand/mouth? CHEESY CHICKEN CUPS! nom nom nom nom nom nom nom
Mom, Wii. Wii, Mom. Let your love affair commence.
