This is me.
I’ve been married to my husband, Tahd, since 2000. Here’s a picture of us on our honeymoon ~
Together we have one son, Gabe, born in 2004 ~
Is he not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?
We have one daughter, lost at the beginning of our second trimester after a many-year-long battle with infertility. Her name is Mara Shirin, Mara meaning “bitter” and Shirin meaning “sweet.”
In 2012 we were incredibly blessed to add a baby girl to our family – Isla Noelle Ruth.
I’m slightly cosmopolitan. I like fashion and jewelry. I enjoy politics. Tahd says I’m the funniest person he knows. I’m not sure it comes through when I write, and if it does, I’m not sure he knows many funny people. I have all sorts of ideas about health and parenting and relationships, but I mostly keep them to myself in real life. They come out a bit more on my blog.
I’m also profoundly ordinary. Actually, all those above things are probably quite ordinary, but they keep me interested so I won’t categorize them as such. I’m a stay-at-home mother. We drive two very old cars in an effort to save money. I’m still trying to lose my baby weight…that I gained when I was pregnant with Gabe. I feel like we’re always behind the eight ball. How much more ordinary can it get than that?
In my former life, I was a teacher. A high school health teacher. Yeah, I talked about all that stuff… No, it wasn’t horrifying. I really liked that part of it. Other parts, not so much! However, you should be aware that I’m very comfortable discussing things other people don’t discuss. I am likely to share too much information.
As I mentioned earlier, we’re also infertile. Or we’ve been infertile. Since 2005. Boo infertility. For us, it’s all unexplained, in spite of the fact that we’ve had almost every possible test known to man. Some of them invasive, too. Yay. Once again, be aware that I may share more information than you’d rather hear. After years of discussing follicles and lining and sex and all sorts of bodily functions, I’ve become a bit immune to the fact that some people aren’t quite as accustomed to these topics.
Because of our infertility journey, my faith has been challenged. I write about this quite a bit in an effort to try to figure out some of it. I’m not sure I’m making any progress, but it feels better to get my thoughts out of my head than keep them stuck inside.
I constantly have plans – plans to lose 10 pounds, plans to have a magazine-ready house, plans to finish my scrapbook, plans to make more plans. Executing my plans is most decidedly not my strong point. My head is a very busy place, and I am always churning with ideas and stress.
After we lost Mara I decided I was done being sad. I was sick of the blues and ready for happiness! In what has become one of my most worthwhile personal battles, I did it. I got happy. Not always, not perfectly, but happy. And it feels really good.
My biggest wish right now is a beach home. In south Florida. With a big veranda overlooking the Gulf. Since that’s not in the cards, I’ll wish for a full night’s sleep and a tomorrow filled with lots of fun adventures – and a little quiet time for me, too. I think that’s more attainable.
“Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity…” – Gilda Radner