National Infertility Awareness Week – Guest Blogger

As you may or may not know, it’s National Infertility Awareness Week.  I am very excited to be able to share a fellow bloggers story here at Run This Mom.  If you’ve followed my blog for a while you may have stumbled upon My Story, and how I came to be a Mom.  But what is not posted there is the heartache, and sadness that went along with the diagnosis, and surgery for Stage IV Endometriosis.  I did not talk about  how I felt hearing that I would not be able to conceive on my own.  I never wrote about the 6 weeks of recovery where I grieved for the inability to do the one thing I had always wanted to be able to do.  Become a Mom.

I didn’t share it because it was before this blog’s time, and it’s so hard to share those feelings as a woman.  I felt serious shame, even though it wasn’t my fault.  I even struggled after The Hubs and I got engaged…I felt like I was depriving him of an opportunity to be a Dad.  But once I was able to overcome that grief and put my energy into being happy, and after I let it go, my mantra was “If it’s meant to happen, it will happen.”, I was able to focus that energy and make it positive and turn it outward rather than inward.  Then lo and behold…a baby.  I was shocked, and speechless for a long time.  I was certain it would never happen.  But it just goes to show you never give up hope.


Here is my fellow blogger to share her story

Happy National Infertility Awareness Week! Before I begin, I want to thank, Krysty, for opening up her blog to a guest poster in order to help raise awareness about Infertility!

My name is Teresa and I am the girl behind “Where thebleep is my stork?”. I started blogging to help me through the trials and tribulations of trying to conceive. Talking about things, instead of keeping them buried inside, has always helped me to heal and to keep fighting. The blog became a place where I could “think out loud”, a place where I could be honest, real, raw and open.

Since starting the blog I’ve met so many wonderful people and have gained such an enormous amount of support. The blog has not only be cathartic for me; it has helped inspire, educated, and motivated other women who are fighting their own battle with infertility.  Never did I think my blog would end up being read and followed by so many people.; not only by friends and family, but also by complete strangers.  And I never thought I would find healing through the world wide webs.

Here is our story:

I am 32 and my husband, Mike is 39.  We live in beautiful Oregon with our “fur-babies” Zoie and Zeke.  I met Mike 15 years ago.  When I first met him, I never thought that I would end up marrying him! After going our own ways and losing touch, we were re-united in 2009. On September 10, 2011 (9-10-11, clever, right?! ) we were married. I say it was luck; he says it was fate.

Before the wedding I went to see an OB for a check up. We knew we wanted kids, but I was not having a regular period. I’ve never been regular; I used to think I was lucky. After experiencing a painful period the doctor recommended that we check for endometriosis, check a palup he thought he saw during an ultrasound, and to make sure that my tubes were open. In short, everything looked good, and my husband had a “normal” sperm count. The doctor started me on 50mg of Clomid on days 5-9 three times. I never produced follicles large enough. I went up to 150mg and even tried days 3-7. After 5 failed attempts with Clomid my OB referred me to and RE.

My initial visit with the specialist was February 10, 2012. After being in his office for no more than five minutes he told me that I had PCOS (Polycystic Ovary Syndrome). FINALLY! I had some answers!!!

After running lots of blood work and after a 2.5 hour consult; we had a plan! In March he started me on Femara 5mg, days 3-7. Each cycle we ran blood work on days 21. I was ovulating with the Femara, so we tried 3 times, once with a trigger shot and an IUI. When that didn’t work we moved to injections. Again, I ovulated, but nothing came of it; both rounds of injections only produced 1 follicle on the right ovary 15-19mm. The RE labeled me a “poor responder”.

I decided I wanted a second opinion; just in case there was something we missed. It ended up  that the second doctor agreed that I had PCOS and that injections were a waste of money since I was only producing 1 follicle. If we were going to do injections at our age then we might as well do IVF. She recommended doing three more Femara cycles, with triggers and IUIs. If, after all of that, we have still not conceived she recommended that we turn to IVF.

So, here we are, 5 cycles of Clomid, 7 cycles of Femara, 2 rounds of injections and 4 IUIs later… still not pregnant and we are closer to IVF than we ever wanted to be. IVF scares me so much for so many reasons. I am not one to gamble- and this whole Infertility journey has been one big gamble; and I am on the losing side. I worry that we will end up so far in debt and an empty womb, regardless.

For now, we are taking a break and working on ourselves and our marriage. I don’t think people, even infertiles at first, realize the damage it does to a relationship. Our sex life became almost non-existent and our communication was breaking down; not to mention our bank account was drained. We were suffering. It’s been a year since we have tried to get pregnant with the help of doctors and it still hasn’t happened, but we have found some peace and each other again.

Infertility hurts. It is not something that is cured or goes away with time. I have friends, whom I have met through the blogging world, that have beat the disease and still say that hearing pregnancy announcements hurt them. It’s something that sticks with you no matter what happens at the end of our journeys. Some get to take a baby home through birth, adoption, surrogacy, and other’s find peace in the childless (child-free) life.

I don’t know where my journey will go- or end- but I know that I want my story to be an inspiration to others; to those suffering from infertility and to those who know someone suffering from infertility. I want to show that they are not alone and that their feelings are validated.  And to those who aren’t sure if happiness exists without the children of their dreams; I want to show them it does!

Thank you Teresa for sharing your story!  It’s hard to open up, and you have helped get the word out about infertility.  Sadly, it’s a fairly common thing.  I could write an entire book about why I think that women are struggling to conceive these days, and why I think PCOS is a scapegoat diagnosis, but I won’t.  This post is meant to open the public’s eyes about infertility, in hopes that we can all be a bit more sensitive to the issue.

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Little Runner Girl is all grown up…

I’ve been toying with “growing up” the blog name for a while now, and it’s only natural to incorporate my new title…Mom.

I’m sure you’ve seen the name Run This Mom on a few of the photos I’ve posted lately, and that is because Little Runner Girl is moving on to Run This Mom.  I was laying in bed one night, one of the many, many nights I lay awake nowadays, and trying to think about the new role I am in and how I would like to bring it to the blog and those three words popped in my head.  It seemed like a great new title, and I really like it.  I think it’s fitting of my new role as a Mom and where I’d like to take this blog over the next how ever many years I write it.

So I would like to welcome you to the all new…

Run This Mom



Chewsday Tuesday – Raspberry Cheesecake Oatmeal

raspberry cheesecake oatmeal

Raspberry Cheesecake Oatmeal

1/2 cup old-fashioned oats
1/2 cup water, unsweetened almond milk, or skim milk
1/2 mashed medium banana
Splash of vanilla
2 tablespoons cream cheese (softened for 5 second in microwave)
1 teaspoon powdered sugar (more or less to taste)
Squeeze of lemon juice (optional)
1 tablespoon raspberry preserves

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Combine oats, water or milk, banana, and vanilla and pour into nonstick sprayed baking dish.
2. Combine cream cheese, powdered sugar, and lemon juice. Put into plastic bag, snip off one end and squeeze into two horizontal lines on top of oatmeal. Put raspberry preserves in another plastic bag and squeeze two horizontal lines in between the cream cheese.
3. Drag knife up and down through lines to create a swirl. Bake for 20 minutes. Enjoy!

I actually just used quick oats in the microwave, because I didn’t have 20 minutes to bake it.  It was quite yummy this morning!!

Motivation Monday – Marathon Monday for Boston

I could never even dare to dream that I could one day, with monumental amounts of hard work qualify for Boston.  I know that it will never happen because I am a slow runner.  Unless that is, the lifted the time restrictions, and opened it to everyone.  Only, I don’t see that happening either.  No matter what happens, or how hard they try to make it to qualify, the race only becomes more popular, and more elite.  That is the thing about runners, if you tell them they can’t…they only try harder.

This is one race that I would love to watch, and cheer at.  But I am here in Minnesota, doing my virtual Boston Race and will, like many other runners in our fabulous community, be there in spirit.

The Boston Marathon bombing is one of those “I’ll never forget where I was” moments.  I was at work, at lulu.  Thinking about my friends that were there and mentally cheering for them to be amazing.  When one of my co-workers came in and told us what had happened.  I felt sick.  Thankfully no one I knew was injured.

So many of those runners, and spectators that were injured have spent the last year overcoming what happened, and are back in Boston this year.  Many of them running!  It’s amazing, and so awe inspiring to see.  The bombing sort of had the opposite effect, I think, from what the misguided bombers were trying to accomplish.  It only bonded the running community together more, and made us stronger.  It opened up a whole new world for some, and in spite of this tragedy made us more determined.

Today I am strapping on my running shoes and getting some miles in for Boston.  #westandwithboston #bostonstrong

I hope you join me!


5 Things Friday

Ok so it’s been a LOOOOONG time since I’ve done a 5 Things Friday…but I am bringing it back.

5 things Friday

So here are some random thoughts from this week…

  1. I think I am going to start a petite Mommy line of clothing.  Where bras fit, all the tops are nursing friendly and super flattering.  And the only bottoms we sell are yoga pants with shapewear built in.  Yeah.
  2. I am pretty sure that I drink entirely too much coffee on a daily basis.  But not entirely ready to give it up.  It keeps me going.
  3. Not a fan of sleep regression.  BUT when a 2 week sleep strike leads to a Friday of late sleeping from The Babe…it sort of makes up for it.
  4. Totally over this winter.  5 inches of snow this week.
  5. I want a Garmin 220.

I hope everyone has a safe and fun Holiday weekend.  We are babysitting my youngest niece this weekend while her parents get a much needed weekend away.  Plus it gives us a chance to try out this 2 kid thing.  I am sure it will be a blast.  I get to take her to Moms In Training tomorrow, I am sure that she will love it!  Plus she gets baby time too…and since her baby doll is named after The Babe she will be all to happy to help take care of The Babe!


Throwback Thursday


Yeah I am not throwing back all that far today…but remember that time in January 2013 when I said I was gonna get in a bikini on stage?  But then I got pregnant?  Yep me too.

This goal is not going back on the bucket list anytime soon.

I’d rather run a marathon.

Winsday Wednesday – Running On Love

One of my awesome readers, Stefany S.  contacted me about an event that she is doing to raise money and awareness for Diabetes, and since she so generously donated to my Moms In Training fundraising I am sharing her story here on the blog!

Here is an excerpt from Stefany’s fundraising page


I am “Running on Love” in MAY OF 2014! In this run I will be running in honor of my Grandfather. I will be bringing awareness & support to my chosen charity for Diabetes & supporting the Running on Love mission to demonstrate love by actively supporting noble causes.


Diabetes is a cause that is dear to me, having both my Grandmother, and Mother diagnosed in my lifetime.  So I am very glad that she reached out to me and I am more than happy to share her fundraising page with all of you!  As in any fundraising journey, every dollar matters!  So be sure to head over and check out her page and help another runner-sister out and consider donating!


Chewsday Tuesday – Blueberry Banana Oats

Blueberry banana oats

Blueberry Banana Oats

1 ripe banana, mashed
1/2 to 1 cup water
1/2 cup  oats
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 cup blueberries (frozen or fresh)
Dash of vanilla extract (optional)
1 tablespoon chia seeds (optional)
1 tablespoon coconut flakes (optional)
2 tablespoon cocoa powder (optional, for a chocolate banana cake)


  1. Mash the banana.
  2. Add everything else except the blueberries and stir.
  3. Gently fold in the blueberries.
  4. Microwave for 3 1/2 to 4 1/2 minutes.
  5. Allow to cool for a couple of minutes before serving.

Motivation Monday – I hate to work out

I do.

It’s true.  I hate being tired and out of breath.  I hate being all sweat covered and stinky.  Sometimes the process of getting to the gym, even before The Babe, is long and often arduous journey here in MinneSNOWta.  So yes, I hate to work out.

I’d be lying if I said that I enjoyed it…but I would also be lying if I said that I was content to be jiggly forever.  So it comes down to which I hate more…

Being jiggly and lazy or being tired and covered in sweat.

If I had to choose a way to spend the day…I guess I’d rather be tired and covered in sweat.  At least I’d know that I accomplished something…right?  It’s been so long since I’ve had that “I can do anything…” feeling of power and pride after a workout that I have forgotten what it feels like.  I have been feeling a little gymtimidated…so that may have something to do with it.  That and the ridiculous winter we’ve had.  Last week 70s, this week snow?

But that is the great thing about the outside…


I have been doing a Motivation Monday for a while now, and I do it to help me set a good mood for the week.  When I worked, I worked at a job I hated, with people that were not nice.  This blog helped me stay positive, and now that I am a SAHM&W I use this blog as an outlet so much more.

I am looking forward to getting excited to work out again.  And now that MIT is underway, it will be a huge motivator for me to do the “homework” on our training schedules.  There are so many new Moms in our group, and first time runners, that there are lots of accountibilibuddies.  Also, part of my new role in the community, something I hope to be able to announce soon, is to encourage moms to get out and workout together in groups.  This time around I will be surrounded by women that are just doing this for the first time, and I will be able to share what worked for me, and what didn’t.

motivation state of mind

Getting motivated looks different for different people.  Some of us are motivated by the ever increasing size of our rears, some of us by the PR, others for the bling.  I can’t motivate you, but I can share what motivates me and perhaps it will inspire you.  Whatever your motivation is for getting out there on the roads, trails, or treadmills you found it and you’ve used it to do awesome things.

I think that it takes a special type of person to be a runner.  It’s not for everyone, and I think that is because it’s seen by spectators in races as a painful experience.  But it’s not.  It’s a bit surreal at times, it’s a battle of wills, and yes sometimes it’s painful.  But only in the body.  If you can get your mind to let go of what it’s putting the body through, it’s the most incredible experience.  Yes, I am talking about the “Runner’s High”.  If everyone ran, and everyone experienced the feeling of pride in themselves, and that sense of accomplishment at the end of a long run, that big race or even that jog around the block…well I think that the world would be a much happier place.

So what is my motivation for running?  The high?  The PR?  The Bling?


I run because I can.

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