Posted on August 18, 2009 by Heather Laura Clarke
I didn’t want to become one of those people who stress out over conceiving.
Category: Body drama, Trying to conceive
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)
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I hear ya! I see those people on Maury Pauvich and it makes me so mad. Here I am, married, financially stable, emotionally semi-stable, and ready to conceive and yet…nothing. They seem to lay down near a guy that carries a gun and has gotten 20 other women pregnant, and BAM – BABY. I don't get it.
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Maybe we need to wear tube tops and crack our gum, like the girls on Maury. Maybe that is really the conception trick …
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