Welcome to Evergreen Baby

This is not a blog about trees; this is a blog about infertility. But my life is as surrounded by trees as it is by babies (I am a midwife -- we'll talk about that irony another time), and I look at both of them and wonder how I can be surrounded by such fertility but have so little for myself.

I have named this blog Evergreen Baby because I am surrounded by evergreens -- those miraculous trees that grow hundreds of feet tall over hundreds of years, a symbol of persistence, immortality, slow adaptation and change. They retain their "evergreen-ness" by losing their needles slowly and consistently throughout the year, replenishing their individual selves while maintaining the whole. They speak to me of constancy, that time is relevent, that I really am not "too old", and that there are things out there that are much greater than my limited ability to perceive.

I live in the forest. I live in a particularly evergreen-filled corner of the Evergreen State.

The baby part of the title is obvious -- I have thought of little else over the past 4 years except how to get one of my very own.

I'll get to the details of our 4 years of infertility (well, 1-1/2 years of just trying to get pregnant and 2-1/2 years of recognizing it as infertility) another time. Today I am content to just share my embryonic blog.