When Everyone Knows

Blogging about trying to conceive has been really beneficial in that I've gained a lot of support and encouragement. I'm finding that people are genuinely interested in our progress and I am happy to update them. Currently, I'm in rehearsals for a local show I've done annually since 2006 in which there are a large number of women whom I've known this whole time that have turned into my little cheer squad. (Carrie's my head cheerleader. You've probably seen her comments here. Hi Carrie.) There's nothing like walking into rehearsal and hearing "Oh! How big were your follicles!?" "Are you guys gonna DO IT tonight?" "Are you doing insemination or are you just gonna bang it out?"

Another result of blogging about trying to conceive is that everyone knows when Jamie and I have to have grown-up fun-time, which normal people refer to as sex, and which now I refer to as "homework". Because of this, I get this text from John, (whom you know from my last post) whose daughter I'm currently babysitting while I type this. (She's in bed; I'm not a neglectful babysitter, guys.)

No, Jamie is not here with me.

In the end, it's perfect. During this time that otherwise might be really stressful and emotional, I have my friends who make me laugh, my family who supports me from afar (which is why I started the blog, initially) and my cheerleaders who overwhelm me (in a good way) with their excitement. I have all of this because I decided to be open and pretty much over-share on the internet.

Totally worth it.