Hi there! I’m Mo. Well, at least on this blog I am. I live in Israel. I spent my 20’s convinced I wanted to be a filmmaker. Now I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, except of course a mommy. On September 5th 2013, after 3.5 years of the fit hitting the shan over and over, I gave birth to Bunny, an amazing little girl.
30 31 32 33 34 35, and I’ve had 2 3 miscarriages (2 ectopic), one stillbirth (or late term miscarriage, a term I hate) 18 23 50-something hundreds of doctor’s appointments, one very painful HSG two three HSG’s, two three five seven hospitalizations, 8 12 30-something hundreds of ultra sounds, 35 42 too many blood tests, one two apartment moves, one lap surgery, one tube removed (fare thee well, Ole’ Lefty), one at least 3 several complete emotional meltdowns, 50 100 150 200 or so pee-sticks of both the HPT and the OPK variety, 100’s 1000’s of happy pills, a combined 7.5 months of modified bed rest, 84 93(!) total weeks of pregnancy, 1 Methotrexate shot (and a partridge in a pear tree, despite being a Jewish heathen) in the last year two 3.5 5 years.
Though I’m really trying to no longer be defined by my medical history, even now that I finally reached mommy-land, those are some staggering statistics. Today I wear them as a badge of honor.
This blog is about my experience. If this is your first time here, feel free start from the beginning and read a bit about my odyssey up until this point. Click on “how it started” in the category bar on the right. Or better yet, that stuff’s kind of heavy so just have a poke around, I’m sure you’ll get the idea quick enough. 🙂 I highly recommend the “conversations with myself” category. You ain’t seen crazy till you’ve seen a baby-crazy woman talking herself down from the baby-crazy ledge.
I would also love it if you take the time to honor my son by reading a little bit about what he taught me, some of it’s kind of insightful, if I do say so myself.
I like to ramble. I like to have revelations about myself, and I thoroughly enjoy typing out the imaginary conversations in my head (as mentioned above). Though I’m not crazy – at least my psychiatrist assures me that I’m not. He’s even offered to issue me a sanity certificate. Maybe I should demand that. I’ll look into it.
Thanks for reading.
PS – I blog anonymously, but I assure you it’s only to fool the google machine in case of future employers/stalkers/people wanting to give me a million bucks to make a movie (hi there! please give me a million bucks!) and I am not ashamed of my experience in the slightest. AAAAAnyway, if you look hard enough around here, you’ll find my real name embedded in stuff, and if you use the handy contact page, you’ll get my name easy enough when I reply to your email (email me! email me! It makes me feel special! Also – that million bucks would really come in handy!). Though really, finding out my real name is not that exciting. Just saying. But once you do figure out the “real name” puzzle (since obviously that’s fascinating and I’m sure it’s at the top of your to-do list), please still refer to me as Mo in the comments. The google machine must be beaten! Or something!