Hi. That’s me, in the corner over there feeling a bit ashamed at my inner most dark twisty feels. Trying to come up with something to say, positive, congratulatory or hell how about I just bring up the weather? The problem is I have a swirling underlying sadness trying to surface. I repress it but I know it’s still there swirling and waiting for the most unexpected moment to rise up and be that flaming bag of poo on my doorstep. I call it infertility white noise. I thought it would just go away. I wasn’t that naïve to think that my infertility journey would just disappear once I crossed into the land of parenthood. But damn, I guess I thought those not so great feelings I once had would be smothered, distracted and otherwise occupied by chubby baby legs and 3 am blowouts. Another thing I found out, I am not alone in this either.