Where Have You Been Hiding?
My friend Sarah, over at Dreams and False Alarms posted a comment, asking me “Eva, where are you hiding?” Well, Sarah, I’ve been hiding under my bed for the last week or so. When I get overwhelmed sometimes, I hide under my bed with the dust mites and boxes. It’s been a world wind of a week. It was the best of times and the worst of times…
- 1. November 2, 2008: IUI # 8. My eighth IUI was uneventful. The new facility is state of the art and it went with out a hitch. My donor numbers were impressive:53% motility and the doctor said they look for 40% in frozen sperm. Also they put back 40 million little guys and typically they look for 25 million, so that’s pretty good. After the procedure, I didn’t feel rushed. I felt the love, girls! The only challenge was getting back home during the NYC Marathon. I’m more than halfway through my TWW.
- 2. November 4, 2008: Mr. President. I felt exhilarated after the election. What a thrill. For the past 22 months, Nadia and I followed the election like two crack heads. I clicked on several left-leaning political websites a gazillion times per day. I couldn’t get enough of it. What a story and what a country. When I think about everything he overcame to win the Presidency, I feel truly inspired. His win is definitely one of the highlights of my life.
3. November 5, 2008: Not so Funny. A few months back, I wrote a post called, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way To… and it was about how Nadia’s sister become pregnant after knowing the baby’s father for a few months. Of course, I wished her well, but I was jealous. Well, unfortunately, the baby was born on November 5th at 22 weeks, weighing 2lbs. Ouch! The baby has and 80% chance of survival and a 50% chance of having developmental delays. I feel awful. Nadia went to see her sister and the baby. She says the baby is doing okay and that she measures about 13 inches in height. This brought up so many emotions in me: fear, sadness, and extreme guilt.
4.November 6, 2008: Prop 8: It took a couple of days for all of the votes to be counted but by last Thursday we knew that Prop 8 had passed. Same-sex marriage was effectively banned in the state of California, which totally sucks. And to add insult to injury they saying that 70% of African-American voters who came out in support of Mr. O, voted for the measure. It’s very hard to be a black queer sometimes, well all of the time, but I feel really hurt by this. At the same time, I was very impressed when I received an email from a leading LGBT civil rights group, the National Center for Lesbian Rights, encouraging togetherness and community. This is not the time to point fingers. Unfortunately, there are some pretty hateful things being said to African-American’s at Prop 8 protest rallies, so there is a lot of work to be done in both communities as much as there is a need for a deeper analysis of what really happened there.Pam Spaudling writes a great article about this at the Huffington Post.
5. The C –Word: No date. It looms large in my consciousness and I can’t stop thinking about it. It has made the ttc less relevant for me. Nadia, however, keeps asking me what I’m so worried about and just wants me to proceed as normal. We’ve had a many arguments about the ttc timing. Ugh.
6. The photo: This is a photo of a carving of a wooden hand holding an egg that Mr. O keeps son his desk. It is a Kenyan symbol of the fragility of life. Life is fragile indeed.





