Hello webbies! So I started this blog after a year and some change of infertility as an outlet to help me work through the process. Little did I know that our first month on fertility drugs we would hit the jackpot. Yep webbies, that’s right! I is, are, will be for another 33 weeks or so, pregnant. The fox and I are delighted and excited.

My symptoms you ask? Exhaustion, occasional nausea, cramps, exhaustion. Yep, Stara is tired. I’m also a little scared. I hope I can do this right and our child doesn’t have to go through to many hours of therapy.

We actually found out about three weeks ago. The Fox found out first, as he peeked at the stick which I had so freshly peed on.  About four days after finding out I started to spot and promptly freaked out. The doctor has had me put my feet up and put me on progesterone to help calm down my uterus. I’m also on Glucophage to help my inside girly bits work with insulin correctly, a part of my PCOS. One of the few downsides to pregnancy is no leftovers. At least two websites I read say it was a no-no, so until my first doctor’s appointment that’s what I’m going by. The problem with this is leftover were my main source of lunch. Now I have to make a fresh lunch every day. Oh well. Anything for my parasite!

The other reason for my lack of updatey goodness is Dad decided he want to see what two heart attacks would do to the emotional state of his  pregnant daughter. Never mind the fact that he didn’t know I was pregnant yet with the first one. Both of his heart attacks were mild, and believed to be caused by his Marfan Syndrome. Which I may or may nor have inherited, and thus pasted on to my growing progeny.  He’s back at home now with tasty drugs to keep it from happening again.

My last bit of news is the death of Robert Jordan. I have read his books since my early teen years and his blog for the past two. I never met the man but his life and work touched mine, as well as thousands, millions of others. I keep erasing things here because none of it sounds fitting enough in tribute. I extend my deepest sympathies to his family. The world has lost a true storyteller and there are too few of those to let their passing go by quietly. Thank you Robert Jordan. May the last embrace of the Mother welcome you home.

Keep Surfing Webbies and May all your Imaginings be Fertile!

— Stara

Hey webbies. So you know my last post. Yeah it looks like family is not a-comin’. I’m okay with this, it means less cleaning for me. I hope I do get a visit while they’re up here though. Today though I though I’d admit a problem I have.

Hello, my name is Stara and I’m a world building-aholic. What do I mean? Well instead of writing fiction stories with adventure, and I don’t know… Plot. I tend to write about the world it’s all going to take place in. I write twenty page descriptions of how religion works, or the magic system, or (and sadly to say this one is true) 15 pages, single spaced, on the line of kings in one country of the world for only the past 200 years. I pour hours into figuring out if it’s better to have the capital city on a harbor or in the interior of the country (By a source of fresh water of course, most likely a river.) There is always something else to write about instead of the story I want to write. I rationalize it by saying “Well I want to do this scene where the main character meets someone for this country, but I can’t write that till I figure out the mode of dress and customs of that country. Oh and how those customs came to be.”

This is a very bad habit, but one I delight in. I’m not sure I want to break it, but I know I should. I never get around to writing the story. I’ll stop eventually. I have to. Ah well there is my confession webbies. I hope you’re not too disappointed in me. Off I go to finish writing this line of kings 😉

Keep Surfing Webbies and may all your Imaginings be Fertile!

— Stara