Hello! My name is Elizabeth, I used to write for Dink(y).
Used to, until we started struggling with infertility. I didn’t want to talk about infertility on my blog because I didn’t want the ass-vice. As it turns out, NOONE knows the right thing to say to a young married couple who should have had a kid by now.

Eventually, I just stopped writing. I couldn’t blog about an exciting night of going out for Chinese food for dinner… when the real issue of the year was “dang it, what is WRONG with my body?”

My ten-year high school reunion was hard for me. It felt like everyone else in my class (who wanted them) had a couple of adorable kids.

In January, I finally did get pregnant with our first. But, after waiting so long, it was so hard to be happy without being scared. Just scared. Don’t jinx it! It’s now the end of May. Hello Internets: I’m pregnant. Insert fanfare, excitement, and a jpeg of a stick with two lines on it. As it turns out, I have PCOS, and have probably had it since puberty. Every single person in my family/health/medical/educational life thought that it was someone else’s job to explain the birds and the bees to me. Ugh. It’s infuriating. So much wasted time and heartache could have been avoided with some basic information.

I have still been following dozens of blogs (I pink-puffy-heart Google Reader). I have been debating how to go back online and start over. I couldn’t find the words then, and I struggle with the words now. A couple of days ago, Dana posted something that was a swift kick in my big beautiful booty. What she posted really resonated with me. She found the words I couldn’t say out loud. I’m sorry that I finally got to the other side, and she has not… yet ;-).

Blogging forces us to stick our bare underbellies out there for the whole world to see. Its scary, and there are repercussions, but we all need this community. We blog to know that we are not alone. Whether you’re an IF blogger or not, thank you for being open, and being honest with the world.

Go visit Dana and give her some love. Without the ass-vice, please.