I have always been somewhat superstitious. For as many times as I have knocked over a salt shaker, I have tossed salt over my shoulder. "I don't want to jinx myself" is pretty much standard vocabulary. I'm one to say things like "knock on wood," when I am speaking about something that is going well or "God forbid," if I am talking about a potentially negative situation occurring. "Ptoo ptoo ptoo...spit on me," if you are saying something favorable, to keep the evil away, is probably my all time favorite and very common in the Greek family I grew up in.Read More
Five years ago today, I had a miscarriage.
Jeff and I had been trying to conceive for almost 1 year, so when we found out that we were expecting, we were thrilled, but remained cautiously optimistic. Although we told two friends that had also been trying to get pregnant, we decided not to share our news with anyone else until we had confirmation that things were progressing well with the pregnancy.Read More
Last week I revealed that Jeff and I were off to meet our new surrogate, Britany, in person for the first time. It was a very successful visit and we all got the medical and psychological approvals we were hoping for in order to move forward!
After sharing this news so many people asked me if our “pea” was now in Britany’s “pod.” It struck me that I have never shared exactly how long of a process the surrogacy journey can be and how things are extra complicated because we live in New York.Read More
I have heard it said that the only thing stronger than fear is hope.
This saying really speaks to me, but it’s a very hard concept to hold when you are in the middle of a miscarriage and there is absolutely nothing that you can possibly do to stop it or change it. And it is near impossible to be pregnant after a loss and not be worried that it might happen again. You wait for every single milestone - starting with your first few pregnancy hormone levels, to the heartbeat, to graduating into the second trimester, and so on…Read More
The day Stephanie came down for the embryo transfer was a day I will never forget. We woke up that morning and got ready at a leisurely pace. I wanted to take Stephanie for a fancy schmancy breakfast somewhere, like Balthazar, but instead we went to a favorite neighborhood diner of mine and Jeffrey's called Utopia.Read More