Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4 I tried to get back into blogging around Easter time, and I had high hopes for it. But that was in April, and in April, we were thrust into the new world of fertility treatments. This resulted in half a dozen drafts written and discarded, mainly due to the fact that I was rarely anything but an emotional, hormonal, angry wreck during the entirety of these months. We are now in a little bit of a resting place, and I feel like I've come up for air enough to regain some composure and write again. In the last 6 months, we have done 5 IUI's (intrauterine insemination) with 4 rounds of clomid (a fertility drug). Everything has failed. I have spent 5 months devoting myself to prayer, begging for life to be knit inside me, only to end the month in agony. There are many ways in which being a person of faith makes going through something like this easier, but there are also many ways in which it does not. It's not ...