So, here is the line up so far. These are my real life Dream Catchers. I know they can't catch all the bad for me, serving up only the positive. But they will, no doubt, help me investigate the facts, filtering the good from the bad. They will scrutinize my every inch and every move and work to purify me, readying my mind, body, and soul for motherhood. They are my dream catchers who will help me catch my dream.
Of course, I am Lil' dreamer and our someday baby is Our Little Bean. Oh, how hard I am dreaming for them to tumble on down from those clouds!
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| The Garnet Gyno image via Google Images |
This is The Garnet Gyno. By the name, you may have guessed that yes, she is my OBGYN and yes, she is a red head. Perhaps this illustration is a bit misleading as the real Garnet Gyno doesn't appear to be a style train wreck or a floozy. In truth, I have only met her once, but I liked her immediately. She is warm and comforting, with a bubbly personality that is friendly, not obnoxious. She is an optimistic OB who relates to her patients with personal stories of her recent pregnancy and her own frustrations while trying to conceive. Best of all, when she tells me with a genuine smile, "We'll get you pregnant, don't worry," I really believe her. Indeed, I feel like we are a team. I find that this cartoon image oddly sums up all I know and feel about her. In times of celebration, I could imagine her in this exact pose. Perhaps, I will even see it one day when I get pregnant!
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| Auntie Dumplings image via Microsoft Office Images |
This is my fertility nurse. She is our guide through all of our fertility testing and possible future pregnancies. I imagine her working on me tirelessly, making sure every ingredient is just right for a ripe little womb to conceive a little bean. She is kind and straight forward, dedicated and pensive. I knew when she left me a message from the clinic at 7:15 one night just to check if I had received her previous test result message, that I had found another caring professional. I call her Auntie Dumplings for many reasons, but mainly because I think of her as my personal chef, readying my womb. One could easily imagine her as the Aunt you enjoyed as a child who fixed up a steaming bowl of soup for you as you and the cousins came in from a long day of sledding. Once she settled down from her kitchen escapades, she might even pick up her latest niece, calling her her sweet little dumpling. This is my fertility nurse.
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| DH (My Designated Hitter) aka The Hubs image via Google Images |
And this is the hubs. The image is so him--I always tease him that he is "little boy cute", especially when he wears one of his Charlie Brown shirts. I love him so! He is a little bit shy and laid back, incredibly thoughtful and supportive, analytical and intelligent. He is my kind of boy and I feel so lucky that we have found each other and stuck!
If you have been in the land of fertility for long, you know that it has its own language, filled with mind-boggling acronyms. One such acronym is DH, which I have now learned stands for Dear Husband. I will not be using DH in this way. It is far too schmoopy for me, but I may use it in the way I originally read the acronym--as Designated Hitter. Yes, it is a little embarrassing to admit, I suppose, but for months I though DH stood for Designated Hitter. I thought it was so clever and logical for all of these fertility friends to have decided on DH-- the husband would be these ladies' Designated Hitter, after all. It was logical. Apparently, I am too in tune with sports terminology! But I'll keep it. He is my designated hitter and hopefully, one of these days, he'll hit me a home run!
I realize that in my descriptions of my Dream Catchers, their lives are largely about . . . me. Of course, I don't really believe that that is the case nor should it be the case. But, I do like how they have all made me feel that way. Now, to go out and catch some of those little bean dreams! Wish me luck!
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