11 Thoughts While Having a Transvaginal Ultrasound - Sammiches and Psych Meds

As a woman of a certain age, I've had enough doctors, nurses, technicians, interns, and members of the general public up in my hooha that if I lined them all up, we could fill out a parade.

With two miscarriages, three children and a round of fertility treatments under my belt, I've had more ultrasounds than I can count on all my fingers and toes.  You’d think after that many procedures, I’d get used to it – but the invasiveness of the procedure still throws me off. So, a couple of weeks ago, to keep myself amused, I kept track of the thoughts that were going through my head…

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Today I'm Thankful for the Mother-in-Law I Never Knew

I wrote this last year on Mother's Day...but the sentiment holds true today...

This Mother's Day is going to be a little unlike any I've spent before it.  I have celebrated many a Mother's Day as a daughter.  I've been lucky over the past eight years, to celebrate it as a mother with both my son and then my daughter.  But this Mother's Day especially, I am going to spend being especially thankful for a woman, a mother, who I never had the opportunity to actually meet.  I woman who I am thankful for every single day.  Because this year, I'm spending Mother's Day with her son.  And this year, I'm celebrating Mother's Day with the grandson she never had the opportunity to meet.  My son.  This year, I'm celebrating the woman who would have been my mother in law.

Taking a Right at Albuquerque

My life now seems to go in a continuous cycle.  Not in a bad way, like a merry-go-round that never stops.  It's now like I'm on a road with two paths in front of me and a map of where I've been.  I keep looking at the map for clues to where I should be going.  I took a proverbial left at Albuquerque, and that's how I ended up here.  What if next time I take a right?

I'm speaking of course about the "mess" that is my co-parenting relationship.