Mile Zero

You don't need me to tell you that going down the road of infertility can feel like the longest, car-sickiest, are-we-there-yet, kind of trip.

It's a bit like starting at Mile Zero and working your way through intersections, stop lights, detours and dirty Rest Areas.

And it was not lost on me that when Mook and I visited Key West in the summer of 2007, that it was quite ironic that we were in a physical location of a "Mile Zero" when we were getting ready to go through our first IVF when we returned home.

So to find ourselves there again this summer, almost three years to the day, we talked a lot about the journey and the miles we have traveled since. You may remember me telling you that we gave Oman the middle name Miles for that very reason: the journey we took to have him in our life.

I haven't even told Mook this yet, but I claimed the reason I was rubbing my eyes after we snapped some tourist-y pictures, was because I was sweating (which I was--its.so.freaking.hot.there) but I was weeping underneath my sunglasses. 'Cause sometimes--it just really hits me how much crap we went through, and how lucky we are.

The other cool moment?
(well, there were lots--like the fact that we got to stay with Rottenstinker's parents, who were amazing hosts)

We took a picture at the street sign that was special to us in '07. A name we loved...and thought "Wow, wouldn't it be cool to name our daughter that some day?" 

                                                                                                                        

Funny how we didn't stray too far....

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I guess each time you start down a new path, you pretty much start at Mile Zero. I sort of feel like that's where I'm stuck for the moment as far as adding to our family. Not sure when we'll "get in gear" so to speak. But I can tell ya....I'm enjoying the heck outta the little man who is GO GO GO all the time :)