Honest scrap

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My friend Anna over at Working At It has  bestowed upon me the honest scrap award, which in turns gives me the opportunity to share 10 honest things about myself. This could be a bit tricky as I think I’ve been running as hard as I can away from looking at myself these past months. That said, in the past week I have had more moments per day of pure joy with myself than I think I ever had before. Perhaps I do know a bit more about myself and perhaps some of has enough reality to it that I can honestly put it out there as my truth — well my truth as I know it. Here are a few things about me…

  1. I love rhythm – dancing to it, playing to it, driving to it, rowing to it… I really love a good groove, even if I have little talent for dance or music.  This week that means I have Blues blasting 24/7 throughout my house.
  2. Apples and peanut butter are my favorite breakfast foods, my second favorite is left over fish on a green salad with a vinegar dressing. Yes, people often ask if I am pregnant when I eat.
  3. I love to learn things, but am often more enthralled with the learning curve than the actually enjoying something once I’ve mastered it. I learned to take off, but I can not land a plane by myself. I ski fast, but can’t do moguls. I learned to read Spanish, but never became fluent.
  4. I like to do things well and am very hard on myself if I cannot live up to other people’s expectations (or my own), but this doesn’t seem to apply to finances, cleaning, or being tidy.
  5. I love distractions.
  6. I feel safest in the middle of a dance floor, in the corner against a wall with a book, and when sleeping outside.
  7. I love to flirt and find this to be a very good context for practicing listening, which is a skill I sometimes excel at but often suck at depending on… on well how distracted I am!
  8. I prefer to live in underdog cities, and am very happy that others disagree. Portland is better than Seattle, Boston better than NYC, Melbourne better than Sydney, and Wellington better than Auckland.
  9. My idea of a good time is a bag with a book, a map with road and pedestrian routes, good coffee, and an all day public transit pass. Hmmm maybe my love of public transit goes along with #8
  10. I am full of self doubt – major doubts – except when I am feeling a bit smug that I know what I am doing more than others around me, or so I think. And then the universe bites my ass again for being so dumb and arrogant.  One day I’ll learn, honest!

Oh and I am terrible at passing on things but here are a few people I’d like to pass on this award to. I always feel so bad about adding another possible thing on others to do list, so take it or leave it, which is pretty much my motto at the moment!

Her Very Own – This amazing writer instantly came to mind when I saw the word scrap. The biggest compliment when I was in high school was being scrappy – as in she’s a really scrappy basketball player – because these were the people with heart, who didn’t worry too much about what others thought, and just got on with it and in the end did more than they should have been able to. Akeeyu story is full of things you wouldn’t wish on anyone, but I am in complete awe about how she tells her tale. She makes has an amazing ability of making you laugh during a heart wrenching story, she does a great job of taking a piss at the health system, and her ability to recreate everyday dialog is just wonderful. I admire how honest her blog is while always maintain her privacy. Plus she knows were Puget Sound is which always wins points in my book!

Niobe is another woman I admire for balancing honesty, which radiates from her posts, with holding a bit back from the tale. I feel like I know more because of how much is not revealed. She has concise down to an elevated art form. Her photographs are amazing. One in particular will forever be the symbol of my failed cycle. I can look at it over and over again and just remember that time in all its beautiful hope and crashing emptiness when it was over.

Any Mommies .. well she too can find Puget Sound even if she lives in a land with much less water nearby. Okay Stacey, you do have water nearby, but I am pretty sure that was a superfund site or something! Stacey is so honest about the day to day moments of being a mother. Her honest posts about the toilet habits of the very young can be rather entertaining, but what draws me back again and again are the posts where she reveals the life changing aspects of being a grown up and of parenting… often things that are hard to put into words. She tells two stories of adoption, one of a child who still lives with her and another of a child who now lives with another family. Her thoughts and details of these stories (and others) reveal so much about how complex and unexpected this journey can be. She seems to live her life with a great deal of passion, integrity, and honesty.

Angry Canadian Nurse also is most deserving of this award. Several of her posts have stop me cold and unable to move until I realized tears were flowing down my face. Others make me smile. I instantly felt a connection to her as I read her story. She cuts to the chase about medical things and points out the very dumb things people do when interacting with (or worse avoiding) people who have experienced big loses. There are pieces of her story I will never ever forget, not just because of the stories, but because of her way of telling them. If I ever got in a bind, Kathy is on my list of people I’d want by my side for her level head and straight talking. She’s also known to host a mean blog contest now and then with mighty fine prizes.

I have to refer back to Anna over at Working At It, even though she already won this award, because of how much the word honesty pops to mind when I read her blog. She bravely posts photos of herself and shares her adventures with many food adventures on the way. Meeting you Anna has been one of the many blessings of traveling this challenging road of IF. Who knows where I’ll end up, but at least I met some wonderful people on the journey.

Well there are many of the writers that bring me the most joy when I see their blog pop up on my google reader. I didn’t quite make it to 7 people to nominate, but I am not much of a rule follower lately. Thank you for all for getting me through this past year.

highs and lows

Saturday – top of the world dancing and singing, happy with the rowing, celebrating our bronze medal

Today – Lost, tired, and finding the news of my coworkers baby arriving last night to be completely draining

Good thing my to do list at work is a mile long… there has to be something on it I can achieve today. If only I could go row, but the boats are on a ship somewhere make their way back to the club. If only….

update

I am sitting in a coffe shop with a ‘slow as’ connection, as the teenagers on my team would say, but I have never felt so glad to be an adult who could pop in the rental van, drive to a cafe, pay for some internet time, and just be alone with myself. I love my team, but 15 year old girls can be EXHAUSTING! The 16 year old has a thing for one of the boys in the rowing club. She makes me feel so alive and young as she shares bits and pieces from the text messaging courtship. Life is so incredible for them.. they don’t do much. Most of life is all about waiting around… waiting for someone to walk to the toilet with you, for someone to drive you, for someone to tell you what is happening… but unlike me they have no idea what their life will be like in 2-3 years, and that is normal. We seem to think we know what the future holds–and often we are right, same job, same lover, same house, same car, same pets etc — but I can’t help but think there is so much potential in the future even if I presume to be able to predict it a bit better at my age than these teenagers can at theirs. Really just as much bad or good shit could befall us all.

And in other news, my period showed up. A very normal one. One without pain. And more amazing still, one that was exactly one month after the last one. Perhaps my body isn’t as old and menopausal as I think!

Back to rowing… we made it to finals in all our events which we race on Friday and Saturday!!!

Out of touch notice…

The one thing I was sad to have to give up if my October cycle had worked was training to compeat at rowing nationals.   Today is the day that I fly with my team to see what we can do on the water.  I’ll be away from this blog and all of yours for the next week or so… not that I’ve been around much with my 2x/day training schedule and out of town regattas every weekend

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Last week we won a gold medal in our four in a small regional regatta.  And while it is not any type of consolation prize, it felt good to put it on the shelf with my test tube of unused (and unsuitable) embryos and have 2 tangible signs of what I’ve attempted  in the past 12 months.

Rowing has been very good to me and for me.  I don’t know what will be when I finish out this season.  I will keep rowing, but it will be months before the training gets back to this all consuming level again.  I think I will miss having hours and hours each day and weekend filled with this thing that makes me content and calm.

I know I still need to come to terms with my realities.  I need to do another bone scan.  I need to get moving with adoption or organizing yet another donor.  I need to thank my original donor formally and properly.  I need to get back in touch with my friends and catch up at work. 

But I need something else. I don’t know what it is exactly but completing the to do list above will not mend my heart.  I haven’t the faintest idea what will, but perhaps having faith that I can is enough for now.

Sometimes the hurt almost feels good….

This has been a weekend where I sobbed with job, ache with longing, was stupied by mistakes, and felt the fatigue of physical exhausion.

My life has become comsumed by rowing. I love the water. The challenge and meditativeness forces my brain to take a much needed break from fretting about my fertility… or well lack there of. I spend every morning and night rowing and most weekends.

This weekend we broke a boat. An important boat. I did my best to help guide my youthful team (uh let’s just say none of them can drive yet) through the trickiness of appropriately informing the people who needed to know, limiting the gossip, and appologizing to those we had inadvertently screwed over.

Then I heard my best friend had her baby… last week it looked like there were some serious complications in the kind of organs that you really need to live more than a few moments.. and now that all turns out to be a false alarm. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed when I heard that all was well. I think I freaked out that nondriving youth of New Zealand rowing with my uncontrollable sobs. They didn’t really believe me when I sputtered things like, “no no, really I’m fine… its all good…. so good” I just couldn’t handle the overwhelming waves of joy and relief. The was absolutely nothing about me in the reaction. I just was so happy for them. So glad all was well.

And I write all of this because I am very torn.

Rowing represents moving on, life without kids, chasing things that are just about me, well and my husband…

My friend’s baby, well that represents the other… that which I don’t know how to chase. My new donor is hemming and hawing, and I think this friend will end up saying no. I just don’t know whether to keep dreaming, or just toss my desires into the air and see what rains down on me.

In the meantime, I pleasantly torture myself with a blog a friend sent a link to me... it is of this amazing child photographer who also does maternity and baby photos. It is exactly like pushing on a bruise for me, and I just can’t stop.

Which makes me think I’m not ready to give up yet… I just don’t know how to believe any more either.