Tim left behind a wife noted journalist Maureen Orth and a son Luke. Juvenile Lupus Disease luke just graduated from college. I remember Luke as an adorably precocious six-year-old. I first met Luke early one Sunday morning when his dad brought
him to the studio for the weekly taping of “Meet the Press.” I sat next to Luke that morning and we entertained each other Juvenile Lupus Disease giggling at the “very important” guests and playing tic-tac-toe on the back of some script copy. Tim came up to me after the show that day and said “I see you met my son Luke.” Tim adored Luke and he beamed every time he talked about him. Then Tim asked “So if Luke wanted to come to the studio again next week you think you may want to hang out with him?” Yes I did.
In case you were wondering being on bed rest and not being able to use my laptop is a special kind of torture for me. In the meantime let’s talk about lupus! In fact Wick recently featured little ol’ me on the LFA blog! Click here to check it out. Please keep up the amazing work! Our lone little egg is turning out to be a fighter! She fertilized!! Please keep your fingers crossed that our precious embaby continues to divide and grow. Our embryo transfer is scheduled for this Sunday. Grow Juvenile Lupus Disease embie grow!! I just returned from my egg retrieval surgery and I’m afraid the news is not great. We only got one egg which of course is better than no eggs.
Hemingway’s words were “For Sale: Baby Shoes Juvenile Lupus Disease Never Worn.” He won the bet:
- Our embryo transfer is scheduled for this Sunday
- I think this man is stalking me: OK maybe he’s not actually stalking me per se but I do keep running into him in the grocery store
- Because I wasn’t broken enough already right? I really needed one more thing wrong with me? Slightly disgruntled I headed home to await the blood test results
- So I’ve been trying to lay off the laptop because I can’t rest it on my lap for fear of cooking my precious little embryo
- As we’re in the checkout line some *crazy* man starts yelling “It’s the gay Soprano! It’s the gay Soprano!” You see my “stalker” who’s actually a very nice man and an excellent actor played a mobster in the HBO series The Sopranos and his character happened to be gay
Here are the rules ladies:1. Write your own six word memoir.2. Post it to your blog including a visual illustration if you so choose.
While in both Bora Bora and Moorea we stayed in over-water bungalows with our own deck and a ladder leading directly into the lagoon. We snorkeled with eels and other sea creatures swam with dolphins and went SCUBA diving with the biggest sharks I’ve ever seen. I was so proud of SM by the way. I pretty much forced him to get SCUBA certified before our trip.
I have a SCUBA shark-diving specialty and I knew enough to stay clear of the feeding frenzy. It wasn’t until we were back in the boat that poor SM realized how potentially dangerous the situation had been. But man it was AWESOME!! The rest of the trip was spent lounging on the beach and hunting for seashells. Below is a picture of me carrying my book around while I hunt for shells. Talk about multi-tasking huh? My second-favorite trip: Rome / Florence / Venice Italy. Five places I am dying to go: Ethiopia Greece Egypt Alaska Russia. What’s the best trip you’ve ever taken? Can you name five places you want to visit some day? Well the hormone haze has officially commenced.
I LOVE comments and I try to respond o every single one of them. Normally I would click on your ID and it would lead me to your profile which then leads to your blog. But some bloggers haven’t enabled their profiles so I can’t find them!! emily suzanne mommasoon danni and tommy and others .
And I can’t sleep. Oh and I’m pretty sure I’m certifiably insane – grumpy crying for no reason and generally not very much fun to be around. But I will suck it up and keep moving forward because . . . All I can really do is just keep swimming just keep swimming swimming swimming.
We only got one egg which of course is better than no eggs. Thank you to everyone for all the well wishes! Talk to you soon . Well the adoption paper chase has officially begun.
This created quite a stir in my office at the time as the Haz-Mat team had to be called in to evacuate the scene and contain the “biohazard.” I am sure I’m not the only woman who’s ever dealt with a crazy man. Do you have any stalker stories? I know a few of you have some humdingers – Aunt Becky I’m talkin’ to you. Any ex-boyfriends who went a little overboard? What about celebrity sightings? He was quite creative actually.
The primary reason for my lack of posting / commenting is that when I look at the computer screen for an extended period of time I get so nauseous that I actually throw up a little in my mouth. Also my mother is in town visiting so I’m trying to spend lots of quality time with her when I’m not busy barfing that is. I owe Kara a Pierce Brosnan story and I promise to post it soon.
If they can’t cheer me up no one can. Do you have anyone in your life who can always cheer you up no matter what? Here’s my tag of the day: I’ve been tagged for a meme! Everyone knows how much I LOVE games so I’m happy to oblige. The idea for this meme was prompted by the book “Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six Word Memoirs by Writers Famous & Obscure” by Larry Smith & Rachel Fershleiser. In the book the writers recount the infamous tale that Hemingway once bet ten dollars he could sum up his life in six words.
Can you explain to me why guys are flattered when strange women feel them up? If some strange guy tried to feel me up I would call 911. Here’s my blonde moment of the day: Danni and Tommy – I hope you see this. Could you please leave a comment with your url so I can contact you? Thanks!! Here’s my sanity-saving plan for today: I’m having dinner tonight with several members of the DTMT. My girlfriends ROCK by the way.
I must relay a story about the rudest thing a Fertile ever said to me. For this one I’m just gonna’ refer ya’ll directly to my exceedingly petulant previous post entitled “Ten Things Never to Say to Someone Dealing With Infertility.” 5. Finally I am required
to add my name to the gang roster then give a shout out to my fellow gangstas.
As of this morning my AFC was down to four! and my follicles are not growing as quickly as they should. To top things off my monster endometrioma continues to blow up like some horrible balloon in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I don’t think I’ve actually seen an “Ovarian Endometroid Cyst Balloon” in the parade. Hmmmmm . .
As much as infertility bites the big one going through this together has brought us closer. I realize that I have a Juvenile Lupus Disease husband who loves and supports me unconditionally even if I am profoundly broken and that means the world to me. And now for some good baby news .