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and pictures. and tutus. and now, the trials of expanding our family.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548514864368948179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1i5tgjdqI/Tp9kZBBi5ZI/AAAAAAAADWc/eXx-Bn6fLQ8/s220/10.1%2B%2B%252841%2529.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>733</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/blogspot/yEnd" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/yend" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/yEnd</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGRXg7cSp7ImA9WhRaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4936098968147761448.post-4089864047271955440</id><published>2012-02-12T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T21:22:04.609-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T21:22:04.609-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mommyhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>Working Mom Issues: a series</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4089864047271955440/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4936098968147761448&amp;postID=4089864047271955440&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/4089864047271955440?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/4089864047271955440?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~3/eEbxGz-786E/working-mom-issues-series.html" title="Working Mom Issues: a series" /><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548514864368948179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1i5tgjdqI/Tp9kZBBi5ZI/AAAAAAAADWc/eXx-Bn6fLQ8/s220/10.1%2B%2B%252841%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Sv8uP6qNP6Q/Tzhzy_KO_NI/AAAAAAAAEPY/Unug7LQF41A/s72-c/andreasignature2_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I have always considered myself a “working mom” – I worked from home when Gianna was 2 weeks old, worked full time through her 18 month birthday, started my own business right after that and was “at home” and started back to work full time when she was about 28 months old.  I am sure her earliest memories of me have to do with meetings or going to work or something related.  But ALL mom’s work – 
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The next year, the cause hit a lot closer to home.  A friend had just lost her 18-month old son and I decided to be a part of the Radio-thon that year.  In 48 hours I was able to collect close to $500 to 
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So a Tuesday date night at the Cavs game (courtesy of my employer! Yay company suite!) was just what we needed!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ADubk1aRbn7w6gz0LkgT9tlUSMQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ADubk1aRbn7w6gz0LkgT9tlUSMQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~4/MZbrAKGDwwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-night-leftovers_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANQHg4eSp7ImA9WhRUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4936098968147761448.post-8669175777298723421</id><published>2012-01-25T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:16:31.631-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T22:16:31.631-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TTC" /><title>Up close and personal with Dr. Wonderful</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8669175777298723421/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4936098968147761448&amp;postID=8669175777298723421&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/8669175777298723421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/8669175777298723421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~3/JC7Pl9lYB5o/up-close-and-personal-with-dr-wonderful.html" title="Up close and personal with Dr. Wonderful" /><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548514864368948179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1i5tgjdqI/Tp9kZBBi5ZI/AAAAAAAADWc/eXx-Bn6fLQ8/s220/10.1%2B%2B%252841%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mbG4354TckI/TyDFjyMZ6VI/AAAAAAAAELs/gR55-ljD3No/s72-c/6447944426C98CE667104DD21FA0EDBC_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">Tuesday (I guess that would be yesterday) we had our first appt with the RE, we’ll call him Dr. Wonderful* for now.  Unfortunately (but fortunately for me) several of my close friends has been to him and they each RAVED about how great he was.  One of the warned me he talks fast, and that was spot.on.  But it wasn’t talksofastitsannoying so, I can deal.  Anyway -   We went over the book of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SATadnAfblpAIQaUNnXUmq7LV7g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SATadnAfblpAIQaUNnXUmq7LV7g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~4/miPm3RvZE_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordless-wednesday_11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8AQn4_cCp7ImA9WhRVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4936098968147761448.post-1364999131547587510</id><published>2012-01-10T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:10:43.048-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T21:10:43.048-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="complete randomness" /><title>Observant Driver</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1364999131547587510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4936098968147761448&amp;postID=1364999131547587510&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/1364999131547587510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/1364999131547587510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~3/BGHtMetgmFU/observant-driver.html" title="Observant Driver" /><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548514864368948179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1i5tgjdqI/Tp9kZBBi5ZI/AAAAAAAADWc/eXx-Bn6fLQ8/s220/10.1%2B%2B%252841%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-r5dt9Fbw-Jo/TwzvojmeDII/AAAAAAAAEJM/h3H0LtGFAoY/s72-c/6447944426C98CE667104DD21FA0EDBC_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Do you ever watch the drivers around you?  I have a 30 mile commute each way to work, mostly highway, which  makes for some good people watching. Or ridiculous road rage. Depending on the stretch of highway I am on.  I see the same basic drivers each day:  Multitasking Drivers: eating, drinking coffee, putting on makeup et cetera et cetera at the same time.  This is me, on occasion.  I have 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eOrgbx7gED905SrK4KL2JKQeOdM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eOrgbx7gED905SrK4KL2JKQeOdM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~4/BGHtMetgmFU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/2012/01/observant-driver.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HQn4zfCp7ImA9WhRVEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4936098968147761448.post-4296983754991223039</id><published>2012-01-08T09:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:27:13.084-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T09:27:13.084-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what to do" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TTC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnant ladies all around" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i want it" /><title>What do you call it?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4296983754991223039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4936098968147761448&amp;postID=4296983754991223039&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/4296983754991223039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/4296983754991223039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~3/DYy7d_zafOg/what-do-you-call-it.html" title="What do you call it?" /><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548514864368948179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1i5tgjdqI/Tp9kZBBi5ZI/AAAAAAAADWc/eXx-Bn6fLQ8/s220/10.1%2B%2B%252841%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-m70031y6CRs/Twe1Mq9QkuI/AAAAAAAAEI8/392RNAGDVfM/s72-c/6447944426C98CE667104DD21FA0EDBC_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><content type="html">The technical definition of Infertility is one year of attempting to become pregnant without success. So what is it called when you are where I am? Subfertility? Secondary uterine-backlash? 

I have had 7 cycles since my Mirena was taken out. with 2 early miscarriages. Lots of tears. Lots of anger and frustration. 

And I feel alone. 

And like the only person who can’t successfully conceive and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H_6yuvUtGINhj2e2zfbSN8F1RBI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H_6yuvUtGINhj2e2zfbSN8F1RBI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~4/MnMRFQw6KeU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/2012/01/germies-be-gone-with-germinator-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMQXg-eip7ImA9WhRWE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4936098968147761448.post-3576970655419615557</id><published>2011-12-31T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:43:00.652-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-31T15:43:00.652-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="when life hands you lemons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title>Friday Night Leftovers: The end of 2011 Edition</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dixonsmakeitwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3576970655419615557/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4936098968147761448&amp;postID=3576970655419615557&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/3576970655419615557?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4936098968147761448/posts/default/3576970655419615557?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yEnd/~3/REYeDQXVptA/friday-night-leftovers-end-of-2011.html" title="Friday Night Leftovers: The end of 2011 Edition" /><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548514864368948179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1i5tgjdqI/Tp9kZBBi5ZI/AAAAAAAADWc/eXx-Bn6fLQ8/s220/10.1%2B%2B%252841%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VwHoqVaaIpc/Tv9z1BAVKcI/AAAAAAAAEGI/axl1_LMgPRc/s72-c/andreasignature2_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">   As usual, I am late on the leftovers and thankful Danifred is such a forgiving host.    It has been a pretty great week to end 2011 – I only worked 2 days, got to see a lot of my favorite friends, celebrated the 1st birthday of one amazing girl, and celebrated the 30th birthday of a great friend.    I got to spend lots of time with G too, which I so desperately needed.    And one on one time 
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