Introducing Hilda

If you've been following An Infertile Blonde you will remember my recent thrift shop find....the fur stole......

Well here "she" is!

I have affectionately named "her" Hilda in honor of the woman who used to own "her" since that name was embroidered in the old lining.......

So here I am wearing Hilda complete with her new lining and I love "her".....I am quite proud of my thriftiness.

I am standing in front of my prized possessions----Jake's art project bulletin board---god I waited years to have one of these!

And I am holding Miss. Bitz because she's fabulous!

And the sunglasses? Well I was not wearing ANY make up and I am vain.

Enough said.....

Love much,

xob

Throw it out the window......

I think logically.

Most of the time it's very cut and dry with me.

So it is understandable why I have trouble understanding why this second adoption is taking so long.

What is it 21 months?

I don't even want to say the words out loud.

I understand "logically" the time it takes for paperwork to be completed.

I understand "logically" the time it takes for legal proceedings----but I'm not even there yet.

I've just been waiting.....

......and waiting......

to be matched.

Almost two years and nothing to show for it.

Twice as long as Jake's adoption.

So you can understand why this is beginning to bother me....and yes I am being polite....because quite frankly there's not much I can do about it.

And if I was pursuing an international adoption it would be taking even longer......I recently met a couple who has been waiting three years!

WHAT?????

I would really like someone to explain to me what this wait is all about.

I need a logical explanation.

Help me understand.

And please don't tell me it's just not my turn yet.....my child is out there.....this will all become clear once I hold my baby.......because that is what I have been telling myself for months!

And everyday, although I try not to think about it-----I am waiting for the phone to ring......

And yes I do find it ironic that on a daily basis I am working to help others become parents through adoption, yet I can't seem to help myself.


Love much,
xob

A Infertile Blonde Moment.....

Last December we changed health insurance carriers and visited our new pediatrician.

As Jake played with the toys in the waiting room, I tackled the new patient forms----including a three page family medical history.

Once we were in the exam room our new doctor came in and we started going over all the forms.

It wasn't until we were discussing page 2 of the family history that I realized none of what I answered pertained to Jake.

When I realized what I'd done I burst out laughing-----I think our new Doctor thought I had lost my mind.

"Nothing on that form pertains to Jake." I told her

She looked confused.

"I totally forgot. Jake's adopted."

But the thing is that these sort of things never cross my mind unless they are pointed out by others.

Jake is my son and I am his mom.

And we are a family.

End of discussion.

Love much,
xob

There's no place like home.....

Lucky for me I have two!

NYC where I currently live.....

And the Main Line Philadelphia suburbs where I not only grew up but lived for 36 years.

It's actually sort of wierd......

I know I don't "technically" live in Philly (some really like to point that out) but I since I am here so often for both work and pleasure I do still feel (and always will) that it is still my home.

When I am here for extended periods of time (like this week) I do remember the little things that I took for granted when I lived in the Suburbs and now miss terribly since I live in the City.


1. A fenced in backyard. It is soooooooo nice to open the back door and let my dogs out. You have NO idea......

2. A washer and dryer in the house.....Again, in NYC this is quite the luxury and oh what Iwouldn't give to have one!

3. Target.......nothing else needs to be said.


And on the other hand, there is one BIG thing that I miss terribly about NYC that I realize I might never be able to live without and that is all the food delivery.

I'm addicted.

I can't even begin to tell you how many bowls of cereal I've eaten this week and it's not even Friday.

Love much,
xob

Adjusting to suburban life......

It's Jake's spring break so we are spending the week at my parent's house outside Philadelphia.

It's a mix of business and pleasure for me.

And believe it or not, eventhough I lived here for 36 years it's an adjustment to come back to suburban living.

1. I have become very used to living in a four room apartment on one floor. Just getting my suitcase upstairs to my room nearly killed me. Never mind the fact that Iam constantly leaving my cell phone somwhere in the house and have to call it and go searching.

2. Grocery shopping in the suburbs is a dream! The stores are gigantic as compared to NYC and the selection is just amazing. Not to mention that the kids carts are like amusement park rides. Jake loves it. Not only does he have a steering wheel but there's a tv with cartoons for him to watch too. And the nice thing is that my old phone number still works as my "frequent shopper" number. The receipt prints out for Becky Fawcett and I saved $17.65 the other day---very exciting. That just doens't happen in NYC. EVER.

3. Suburban Driving. This might be the hardest adjustment. Yesterday I was out of the house from 10am - 6pm and only had three meetings and I was late every step of the way. I forgot how long it takes to get everywhere when you are driving. And the traffic----on my way to my first meeting I was stuck behind someone who apparently thought it was a good idea to drive 15 mph in a 35 mph zone. I could have walked there faster.

4. The sleeping issue is a problem. IT'S TOO QUIET!!!!!! All I hear as I try to fall asleep each night is Miss Bitz snoring. I need to get a noise machine. Do they make one with traffic and sirens?????

But all in all I am happy to be home for the week. This area outside of Philadelphia is beautiful and it is so nice to see my family and all my friends because I miss them. I may not tell them often enough but I do.

Love much,
xob

It's never easy......

It wasn't easy to say the words out loud the first time.

I really wasn't even sure what it all meant.

But over time it got easier.

And now it's just part of who I am.

And who I will be.

I am infertile.

I am An Infertile Blonde.


Love much,
xob

PS. Will have a picture of the mink stole this week.....

An anniversary I'd like to forget......

One year ago today we got the news (along with the rest of the world) that Bear Stearns (my husbands former employer) was in trouble.......serious trouble.

It was Friday March 14th 2008.

Everyone always asks me if we knew anything in advance.

Does Thursaday March 13th count as advance?

Love much,
xob