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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Too be an Advocate or not, is it worth it?

I got an email today from Resolve. I want to know everything going on in the world of fighting for our rights so I try to keep up with the proposed laws and what congress thinks about us. Advocacy day is April 25th and Resolve wants us all to go to DC to fight for our right to have baaaaabies! Sorry Beastie Boys moment there. They say we are closer than ever to gaining something to help pay for IVF. I really want to go, even though my journey might be over, I would love an opportunity to talk to Congress and tell them that while I am trying to save money to pay for a CHANCE at being a mom, I am also paying through the nose on taxes because I don't have kids. It's completely unfair that the people who shouldn't be having kids keep having them and I am paying for them. I don't know, should I spend the money to go? Bills have been introduced for the past 10 years and never even make it out of committee. The world doesn't care about us and if I'm not going to have any children to worry about, what do I care what the world turns into after I'm gone?

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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Adults Only Island

Tonight I went running like I usually do. I had the headphones on, the 90 old school tunes pumping and I felt good. I get to the end of the block and I see two little girls out front playing, the cute little blond caught my eye and gave me a little private wave, I gave her one back then she gave me the universal sign for "give me a hug". I froze, I have been spending the past few months trying to avoid all contact with babies and small children. I wish I could move to an island where they don't exist, then may be my heart can heal.

Children are so unreserved, act on their feelings and so innocent. She can running at me with those wide open arms, into the middle of the street. I quickly checked to make sure there were no cars coming then ran up to meet her. She ran into me with those wide open arms and gave me a hug. Her brunette friend had followed her and right behind her ran into me with open arms. Then she looked up at me and asked my name. They told me their names and they ran back to the house. It was touching, but also broke my heart.

Moments like these will happen for the rest of my life. I can completely see why some people get hardened and bitter. That scab keeps getting ripped off until you have a hard calloused scar. Siri, please find me an adults only island and book me a one way ticket.



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