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Blog di aspiranti genitori... emigrati in America</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Elena e Pasquale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314126925957554050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DaDueATre" /><feedburner:info uri="dadueatre" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ARH88fSp7ImA9WxFaEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-1292931549759747287</id><published>2010-07-16T05:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T05:10:45.175+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-16T05:10:45.175+02:00</app:edited><title>Prima ICSI e primo fallimento</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/1292931549759747287/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2010/07/prima-icsi-e-primo-fallimento.html#comment-form" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/1292931549759747287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/1292931549759747287?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/_RBWgQM_Vg4/prima-icsi-e-primo-fallimento.html" title="Prima ICSI e primo fallimento" /><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07479195749534544195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Purtroppo è andata male. L'America non ci ha portato la fortuna che speravamo. In realtà all'inizio sembrava andare bene. Si sono formati 5 embrioni su 5 ovociti prelevati. Ci hanno consigliato di trasferirne solo 2 perchè erano di 8 cellule e di buona qualità. Siamo tornati a casa pieni di speranze. I primi problemi sono iniziati 5 giorni dopo il transfer, quando abbiamo saputo che i tre 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQgV4wU70P4tDVWulkCmj3YjXZk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQgV4wU70P4tDVWulkCmj3YjXZk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaDueATre/~4/yeIu7bwiek4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-storm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINRng6eip7ImA9WxBWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-8769228482668766500</id><published>2010-02-07T20:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:56:37.612+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-07T20:56:37.612+01:00</app:edited><title>Oggi mi sento polemica grrrrrr</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/8769228482668766500/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2010/02/oggi-mi-sento-polemica-grrrrrr.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/8769228482668766500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/8769228482668766500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/H4-Ps-c-quA/oggi-mi-sento-polemica-grrrrrr.html" title="Oggi mi sento polemica grrrrrr" /><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07479195749534544195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Perchè i film romantici finiscono quasi sempre con l'inquadratura di lei con il pancione? La storia d'amore deve per forza finire così? Due persone non si possono amare senza produrre per forza un pargolo?In fondo, si potrebbe pure decidere di non volerne figli e che male ci sarebbe? Ti devono per forza far sentire incompleta!Uffa.. che palle questi happy ending.Elena
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XU_CzaeB4oCqeL-AwRwM_RBh8B8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XU_CzaeB4oCqeL-AwRwM_RBh8B8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaDueATre/~4/fPDUq7etug8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-si-comincia-un-nuovo-anno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BRnY9eSp7ImA9WxNbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-7452049063094192521</id><published>2009-11-14T05:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:00:57.861+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-14T06:00:57.861+01:00</app:edited><title>Rimarrà solo un sogno</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/7452049063094192521/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2009/11/rimarra-solo-un-sogno.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/7452049063094192521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/7452049063094192521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/5kLRL9YArHQ/rimarra-solo-un-sogno.html" title="Rimarrà solo un sogno" /><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07479195749534544195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ecco che si ricomincia...possibile che non cambia mai niente? Oggi è uno di quei giorni in cui mi sembra che le cose non siano cambiate proprio e che non ci sia possibilità di farle cambiare! Vedo tutti intorno a me fare figli e io mi sento così impotente, terribilmente impotente. Sembra come se non potessi fare niente per cambiare questa situazione, l'anno scorso facevo le analisi per la fivet e
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I_Ha3BNd7YJ04e3xauGAAxUDlWM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I_Ha3BNd7YJ04e3xauGAAxUDlWM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaDueATre/~4/5kLRL9YArHQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2009/11/rimarra-solo-un-sogno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQ3s6fip7ImA9WxNVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-200121934615384186</id><published>2009-10-29T12:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:07:42.516+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T13:07:42.516+01:00</app:edited><title>In USA</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/200121934615384186/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-usa.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/200121934615384186?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/200121934615384186?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/mzCsPTnTmrs/in-usa.html" title="In USA" /><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07479195749534544195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Non ci volevo pensare, volevo concentrarmi al 100% sul lavoro e, invece, anche qui dall'altro lato dell'oceano, mi ritrovo ancora a pensare che voglio diventare mamma.Ce la possiamo fare! ... o meglio ancora (visto che siamo in America ;) ) YES, WE CAN!!!Elena
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LToA0Myp7_w3YyMPRP4d__4mYrA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LToA0Myp7_w3YyMPRP4d__4mYrA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaDueATre/~4/7Kvdb_c-_pg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2009/08/cervelli-in-fuga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDQnc7fSp7ImA9WxJXGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-6316358833886313180</id><published>2009-06-14T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:46:13.905+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T10:46:13.905+02:00</app:edited><title>Era una finta</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/6316358833886313180/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2009/06/era-una-finta.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/6316358833886313180?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/6316358833886313180?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/s2Mg5ht0YZA/era-una-finta.html" title="Era una finta" /><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07479195749534544195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Era troppo bello per essere vero! Sembra assurdo, ma ci è successo davvero! Non eravamo stati inseriti in lista di attesa. Non so cosa sia successo, ma alla fine la colpa l'hanno data a noi perchè dobbiamo ripetere delle analisi. E ci inseriranno in lista solo il giorno in cui porteremo questi risultati. E ci toccherà aspettare altri 6 mesi.Che si fa? Lasciamo perdere tutto?A questo punto non 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7n4iMfYfhzVdZ540UZaGONue8B4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7n4iMfYfhzVdZ540UZaGONue8B4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaDueATre/~4/6bHmIS8oWEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2008/12/passano-i-mesi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ERXkyeSp7ImA9WxRVEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-463595026855862148</id><published>2008-11-06T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:26:44.791+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-06T22:26:44.791+01:00</app:edited><title>Verso la fecondazione assistita</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/463595026855862148/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2008/11/verso-la-fecondazione-assistita.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/463595026855862148?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/463595026855862148?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/973UEgoccNA/verso-la-fecondazione-assistita.html" title="Verso la fecondazione assistita" /><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07479195749534544195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Segni inequivocabili, anche questa volta non sono incinta.Ad essere sinceri questo mese ci stavo sperando parecchio, più delle ultime volte.Ho voglia di cambiare rotta, però. Basta continuare a sperare che io rimanga incinta naturalmente.La delusione ogni volta è dura da smaltire e intanto i mesi passano. A quanto pare neanche l'operazione al varicocele ha risolto i nostri problemi.Dobbiamo 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FtJAl9NtUu6a1GC9x8vVhm0-n8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FtJAl9NtUu6a1GC9x8vVhm0-n8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaDueATre/~4/973UEgoccNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2008/11/verso-la-fecondazione-assistita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDRn8-fCp7ImA9WxRREks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-96765116827720019</id><published>2008-09-24T15:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:52:57.154+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T15:52:57.154+02:00</app:edited><title>[OT] Sulle valli antropizzate</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/96765116827720019/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2008/09/ot-sulle-valli-antropizzate.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/96765116827720019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/96765116827720019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/I68l1U8y28g/ot-sulle-valli-antropizzate.html" title="[OT] Sulle valli antropizzate" /><author><name>Pasquale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05223623048680574226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Questo è un post di sfogo: non parlerò di gravidanze, nè di varicocele, nè di cattolici che dicono che i figli nati con la fecondazione assistita non hanno anima (sigh!). Vorrei parlare del modo di scrivere degli intellettuali!Siamo andati a fare un giro nel Parco Nazionale degli Abruzzi: posti meravigliosi, montagne divine e "valli antropizzate". Devo ammetterlo ho avuto un attimo di smarrimento
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-3-7pp_5zTdW6ihY5-XMLw6xnPA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-3-7pp_5zTdW6ihY5-XMLw6xnPA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaDueATre/~4/I68l1U8y28g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2008/09/ot-sulle-valli-antropizzate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CQns8fip7ImA9WxRSEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276446457733398031.post-4013833166751096200</id><published>2008-09-12T19:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:34:23.576+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-12T19:34:23.576+02:00</app:edited><title>Noi figli non ne possiamo avere</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/feeds/4013833166751096200/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dadueatre.blogspot.com/2008/09/noi-figli-non-ne-possiamo-avere.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/4013833166751096200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276446457733398031/posts/default/4013833166751096200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaDueATre/~3/wSoKa9vM8Rk/noi-figli-non-ne-possiamo-avere.html" title="Noi figli non ne possiamo avere" /><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07479195749534544195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Quando qualcuno mi fa la classica domanda sui figli, ormai non rispondo più nascondendomi dietro risposte fasulle, ma dico semplicemente la verità, cioè che ad essere sinceri io e mio marito di figli non ne possiamo avere.Rimangono tutti senza parole, soprattutto se fino a un minuto prima hanno sbandierato ai quattro venti la loro fertilità affermando che a loro è bastato solo pensarlo per 
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