So, my wife (and baby...lol) was craving pasta today. Jessica is working all day today, from early morning (830a) to super late at night (11p), and didn't bring enough food to last throughout the day (tsk, tsk, tsk). Being the amazingly perceptive husband that I am, I decided to run to the store to pick up all the ingredients for our "Signature Pasta", as we call it. It's the best (culinary hint: you may get a lil' drunk off of it if you eat too much! LOL j/k).
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
When Hormones Attack, People Get Hurt
I have been keeping a journal for quite some time as an outlet for the intense emotions that come along with all things fertility-related. Many of you do not know that the process of becoming pregnant was very difficult for Dameone and me. We had been trying to conceive, without success, for what seemed like an eternity and this journal was the only place where I could be honest about everything I was feeling about our perceived infertility. While this journal continues to be an avenue for expressing my raw emotions, the content is quite different today than it was when I first started.
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