Hi. Thanks for stopping by. I’m Sarah and
my parents let me wear this fake paper eye patch
until I was eighteen, I’m behind this blog you have accidentally stumbled
I started this little project in an effort to share some thoughts on the long road to baby-having and poke some holes in the shroud of isolation that is infertility (and also to showcase my use of mixed metaphors). So here’s where we’re at: after nine months of no baby – despite our very best efforts I assure you – we jumped on the Clomidtrain™ and never looked back. Okay, that’s a lie. We look back all the time. With whimsy. With eyes in the back of our heads. (and so forth).
But I digress. This blog is
a bunch of self-indulgent navel gazing an attempt to chronicle
the unpredictable adventures of baby makin’. With candor, wit, and a hefty side
of snark. Oh, and probably a few recipes here and there (HowElseToSurviveTheClomidRages? *shoves cookie in face*). Anyway, thanks
for stopping by and let me know what you think.
(By the way, because I’m a lawyer-by-day
and super hero by night!, I’m going for first name
only – and, since you asked, I'm 29 – because I have to like, appear
in court and be professional and stuff. I'm married to a pretty great doctor-guy, C, and we're basically the Huxtables not the Huxtables. I’m also a Virgo, former Olympian and playwright. Okay. That last part is false.)