My dear minions how goeth it? The hubster , pupster and I managed to have one of those cheesy Lifetime original moviesque walks near a gorgeous little church near Tikkurila.
This may seem like a small little trip and in most ways it was but it so happens to be the first day in over a month that I wasn’t in pain from a flareup that is mentioned below.
So without further explanation I’m just going to throw in random photos of our walk in between my next sentences.
I’m pretty sure they’re not going to have anything to do with the sentences around them but they’re pretty so I shall use them as a pathetic attempt to grab your attention.
Things here for the most part are going well. The hubster is honestly the love of my life and I have become one of those cheesy stupid pathetic ooey gooey people and you know what? It’s fantastic!!!
I admit I was a bit dubious of this sense of romantic attachment being actually plausible at one point but for those despairing I assure you it is possible. Now go get ‘em!
I don’t want to use this blog as a sounding board for everything awful in life nor do I want to make it so saccharine that it beggars disbelief and makes you think I live in la la land and as such all hasn’t been fantastic in Casa Finlandia.
Now I’m going to open up to you peeps so those of you who don’t want to read anything concerning girly issues I suggest you look away now.
Annoyingly I have been one of the of women who have been cursed with PCOS (poly-cystic ovarian syndrome) or as the Finns so easily say: Munasarjojen monirakkulaoireyhtymä . Just rolls off the tongue doesn’t it?
Now this basically means that my bits that make baby bits don’t work right and probably never have.
Now I’m not after a pity party. I know people have had a lot worse and at the moment the hubster and I are talking to doctors soon to explore our options as we both really really want kiddos and desperately hope that one day this will be possible and that is something to be very grateful for. At the moment we have hope. Hope is good.
What I am after is two things: Firstly – if you could spare a moment in prayer or positive vibes or whatever you believe shoved towards us near the 19th of next month I would greatly appreciate it. This is where we officially start our medical journey.
Now before I start the second request I do have to give it a prelude. I cannot tell all of you how thankful I am that you have spared a moment to listen to my complaints regarding this and that I understand that me talking to you about it probably will put you in a position where there really is very little you can say to make it better and will probably result in making you so tongue-tied that it makes Christopher Walkin sound as if he is Brian Blessed. I recognise that. I apologise for that but if you seriously want to know what is on my mind I will tell you and try as I might to focus on something else I’ve failed.
So now onto the second request: Please please please do not suggest to any friend suffering fertility issues that they “just relax” and it will all get better. This only makes us feel as if you don’t have a clue what we are struggling through and that you are dismissive. You see part of my organs don’t work as much as part of a blind person’s eyes don’t work. Therefore me and Mr. Blinky could be relaxing on a Caribbean beach sipping drinks and getting massages by exotically beautiful creatures relaxed to our hearts content and no matter how much we enjoy ourselves he will still never see me photobombing his selfies and my bits still won’t listen to my impassioned pleas.
Now I do understand that stress isn’t going to help things any bit but I assure you if stress was the only problem stopping me from being pregnant I would waddling funny under the weight of triplets by now.
Just before I sign off I want to thank you guys again for your support…esp that one Canadian woman who’s frankness in her journal posts help me feel not so alone. You know who you are and you should know that you are awesome!
Hopefully we will have a plan by that clinic appointment and my posts can go back to being the nonsensical madness I am used to.
Toodles Sweets – Ariane