S***t Storm

I swear that I am supposed to be learning something, but I certainly haven’t figured out what yet. Since I have last written a virtual torrent of crap has been raining down in my life.  Multiple (totaling over 10 at last count) lengthy life-threatening hospitalizations for my mom, dad and MIL, all with unnecessary, ugly

A Leg Up

For a long time I toyed with the idea of writing a letter to family and friends explaining why I avoid baby showers and other heavily child-laden activities.  My letter never got off the ground and then I stumbled on Angela’s An Open Apology to My Friends with Babies and I cheated.  In other words, I pasted

I’m back!

After a long hiatus, I am excited to be back in the blogging saddle!  Simply Not Conceivable now has a new look and a broader focus.  I am including a copy of the text from the new About Me page below to elaborate on the blog game plan: “I am Ruby, a trauma and infertility/repeated miscarriage survivor, and I blog

I am a Feminist

Yep, and I am proud to say it loud and clear.  In a world right now, where there seems to be so much emphasis on pregnancy and motherhood (both rich parts of the female experience), my life has included other significant and meaningful parts of the female experience such has sexual harassment, infertility, and hysterectomy. 

Running on empty

I’ve finally caught up with myself enough to write a post.  The lead-up to Christmas was incredibly hectic at work, only to then drive 400 miles to visit my sister and the rest of my family.  Along some wonderful gifts and memorable moments, I also got a cold and a stomach bug for Christmas, so