Infertility art exhibit this Saturday!

Starring me! 

I’m going live. All throughout last year and into this year I have been creating art with wild abandon. Now, I have the opportunity to show my artwork in a gallery near Boston, Mass! 

I’m excited! I’m shit-freaked out! Haha! 

Not ALL of the art is fertility related, but I have a series of paintings that certainly are. With them, is a narrative. 


Writing that narrative was rough. I sat the 5 paintings out in front of me, lit some incense, grabbed my hunk of petrified wood for grounding, and wrote. 

I will share that soon. It’s short. It’s powerful and it’s exposing. But not too much. I still feel like I preserve my respectful boundaries. But like my husband said “you’re really putting it out there, huh?”

The artwork will be up for a month in this gallery and for sale. Prints are being made. Cards have been made. We are finalizing food details for the reception. This is big time and totally new for me!

I have birthed myself. 

In others news, hubby and I will be attending an infertility conference in November and we signed up for the adoption track of workshops. It’s been a relief not to think about fertility or family planning for a couple months. I still have that box of drugs and needles in the dining room that I need to deal with. My period hasn’t been normal since ending the last cycle. 42 Days last “month” and I think we’re on day 51 without a sign of AF. No idea if I should call my doc or just let it ride. It’s not like anyone can do anything for me with it. And pregnancy would be via immaculate conception so I haven’t even tested. 

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