My name is Andria. I also go by Mom, Mama, The Wife, and The Crazy One. Whichever suits me at the moment, I suppose. I grew up in East Texas, and now live in Austin, Texas. I think I will always live in Texas– mainly, because I can’t stand the cold. I’ve been known to turn on the heat when it’s 70 degree out.
I’ve been sexually assaulted, grew up with an alcoholic father, and was a single mother to Ailane for 7 years. I put myself through school, and times were hard. My daughter will one day be able to tell her children how hard she had it; how she ate water on her cereal because there was no money for milk, and how she had to walk uphill in snow, barefoot, to get to school. Ok, that last bit was a little far-fetched. I was once pre-med, but decided not to go to medical school because I wanted to be a mother instead. Specifically, a mother who was around for her child. Instead, I settled on a specialty of being a Respiratory Therapist, and worked Trauma and NICU.
When I moved to Austin, I met the oh-so-charming (most of the time) Jason. I fell madly in love with him, and proceeded to make him all mine. (Insert manaical laughter here.) We were married in a beautiful garden wedding, and honeymooned in Hawaii. I quit my job, and became a housewife. Life was good. Or, so it seemed.
I had a miscarriage. Then, another. And, just because life wasn’t done effing with me, we added one more. My ob-gyn scratched his head, and humphed and hawed that maybe something was wrong. He lost a lab report, and deemed it not important. It ended up showing that my progesterone was low, and one of the pregnancies could have been saved. Thanks, asshole. I fired him. An ex-boyfriend lined me up with a fertility expert- one of the best in Austin. He performed miracles with my innards, and after several procedures and surgeries, fixed the problem. After artificial insemination in February of 2007, I became pregnant. Again. This time, there were two. I lost one. The other, tough-little-shit that he is, stuck. Blake Masters was born in November of 2007.
This website chronicles my trip through infertility, and the highs and lows of parenting and marriage. Through the posts, you will see just how crazy I can be. But, crazy is good, right?
You will also see some protected posts throughout the archives if you search through them. Those were composed when I didn’t have boundaries, and would talk about family and friends without the knowledge that they were reading my blog. But, guess what? They did. And, some feelings were hurt. A lot of backpedaling occurred, and relationships were strained. You aren’t missing much though- the entries were mostly rants. Back in the day, I used to be a doormat- letting those around me walk all over me. Nowadays, I have changed. I speak my mind. I stand up for myself. And if that bothers you… Have another cup of bitterness. You haven’t quite worked up a good foam yet.
