happy something to me

I was so busy having a miscarriage and other angst that I missed my blog’s birthday.  Oops.  I’ve been blogging for 3 years now.

Welcome to Starrhill, where the infertility never ends.

wash out

I love a thesaurus, don’t you?

IVF 1.0 failed.  Or, rather hung on like a tenacious fire ant whose betas won’t rise and then flamed out brilliantly in a painful hour of horrid cramping bleeding that I like to call a miscarriage.  The medical world likes to sugar coat it with the name Chemical Pregnancy, but that sounds a tad formal for something I’m so up close and personal with, don’t you think?

It’s been a particularly crap past couple weeks.  I’d like a do-over.