an explanation of sorts

Something happened this week that required that I immediately take this blog out of the public view. While I think one issue is resolved, the bigger issue of my privacy remains. I will, more than likely, need to alter completely the way I blog. Until I feel comfortable again, this site will not have updates. I do not have a concrete plan, but if you would like to be included, please, even if you have already sent me an email, send me an email indicating who you are, if you blog, etc. You can click on "view my complete profile", then "email", or you can send it to: materwelon at gmail dot com. Please use the subject line: blog update.

This is not related to the comment "issue" of a couple of weeks ago. I have made two edits on the blog as of today. I have also turned on comment moderation.

I am heartbroken that I will not continue here. This place has been my refuge, my solace, and my place to be alone yet surrounded by support from people who just get it. I continued here even after I wasn't sure I should in the past because I knew what blogs meant to me at the beginning of my journey. I wanted to leave my story public because of what other women's stories meant to me. This is my story. Angry, bitter, fragile, loving, scared, and exhausted. It's all here.

Infertility sucks. Infertility treatment sucks. And if you haven't actually experienced it, you simply can not understand it. Sometimes, the description of the process is ugly physically and emotionally. There is no avoiding that in a story that chronicles the ride that is infertility and infertility treatment.

I adore my doctor. Simply put, he has been extraordinarily compassionate and available at any time I need him. If not for him, his staff, and the staff at the lab, we would not have our daughter. I wholeheartedly recommend him to anyone who asks.

I adore my readers. You held my hope, and you lifted me when I couldn't lift myself. Thank you.