Friday, April 26, 2013

Burn, Baby, Burn

Five long years.  More than 60 heartbreaking months.  Over 1,825 days of riding a rollercoaster of hopefulness, despondency, and aching resignation.  God only knows how many more days, weeks, months, and years of the same are in my future.

I am infertile.

Friday, April 5, 2013

You Can't Squeeze Blood From A Stone

Poor thing!  He's exhausted from trying!

It's a funny saying, isn't it.  Of course you can't squeeze blood from a stone.  It's ROCK, for crying out loud!  It's cold and hard and just doesn't have any blood to give because it isn't alive.

So why do I seem to insist on squeezing, like a crazy person?  Why do I want to yell, "If I just keep squeezing, keep trying, harder and harder, eventually I will get something out of this dang stone"?