Ode to my "baby"

My hot water bottle is my "baby".

Really.

I take it with me wherever I go. (almost)

I cuddle it, carry it, wrap it tight.

It comes to bed for a lie down with me.

I fill it.

I change it.

It has been known to leak on occasion.

Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have the burden of a hot water bottle, but after some time without I sure do miss it.

999 Reasons to Laugh at your Infertility

Stumbled across a GREAT website the other day. I need to spend way more time pouring through it, but what I found is gold!

Not only does it bring a little humour (somewhat satirical), but what I read the most is the comments from other women. Not only does it make me feel way more normal but I also get to see that there are a lot of people who got it worse than me. Not that I want anyone to have had a worse time than me, but it's great sort of comfort group thing. I'm not the only one that's had crazily stupid comments from in-laws, or been put down, or called selfish for wanting a baby.

Check it out, you'll be glad you did. 999 Reasons to Laugh at your Infertility.