Exhale Magazine launches

This sounds like a great project:


I get a lot of infertility reading material, both print and online, sent my way. Too much, too much. But that's my business, so I receive it and peruse the copy, sometimes meandering, other times slogging. Occasionally, I'm excited.

Exhale Magazine has just launched, and I'm very happy to tell everyone about it. And I don't even have a single pinkie toe in the project.
It's just so good.

The subtitle for this online-only zine (tres smart women here, what with the ridiculously calamitous world of print mags) says it all: A Literary Magazine for Intelligent People Who Have Lost a Baby, Or Who Can't Figure Out How to Make One in the First Place.

The mag's editor, Monica M. LeMoine, has done a fine job of culling from what could've no doubt been a wide swath of expressive unhappy campers. You know we Infertility Divas love to share our pain. This batch knows how to write for the Web. It's concise, it's vivid, and it's both poignant and entertaining.

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Linkity linkage

I'm very pleased and grateful to have The Miscarriage Blog now added to the amazing blogroll over at the now-legendary women's health site with the unforgettable name - Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters.

If you've never checked the site out before, and you are looking for the most comprehensive resource list available on issues related to infertility, adoption, and pregnancy loss, you should definitely go check it out.

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Miscarriage black humor of the day

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You know, “bitter” doesn’t really begin to cover how I’m feeling right now. I can accept that I was one of the unlucky women in their late 30s with unexplained infertility. Ok, I get that. I waited too long. Silly me.
And that first IVF, I mean, yeah, a miscarriage always sucks shit, but a miscarriage after seeing a heartbeat, a missed miscarriage that wouldn’t complete on top of all that? Ok, those are really tough breaks, kid, but hey, what are the odds of anything weird happening after that, eh?
At least I know my fabulous uterus likes being pregnant! Hell, apparently my fallopian tubes we so damned jealous of all the fun MsUterus was having that they decided to get into the game. Go tubes!
A negative IVF cycle, I could live with. I was even ok with - well, not ok, but you know, relatively speaking, I was ok with - a chemical pregnancy. I mean, bummer, but hey, it happens.
But this? What the bloody fuck? It doesn’t so much feel like I’m just coming down on the wrong end of all these teeny tiny “what are the odds of…” questions, as it feels like some huge colossal motherfucking old guy with a bigass beard and an outsized sense of irony is squatting on a cloud somewhere saying, “Nope! Sorry! Fresh out of babies, but I’ll let you get real close a few times, just so you really know what you’re missing out on. Hell, I’ll let you get so close that you’re going to have to poison your own baby so that it doesn’t kill you. How does that sound? Guess you don’t want that baby anywhere near as much as you thought you did, now, do you? How about the consolation prize? I’ve got some fantastic specials going on ‘dying alone and bitter’. whaddya say?”