I’m Lentil (Sorry. I’m only comfortable with a nom de plume at this point, friends). I’m 29. I am a transplant to the Midwest, grew up in the south, and went to college on the east coast. I’m now in graduate school, working on my doctoral degree. I love books and tote them everywhere I go. I have some behaviors that others might describe as odd and unusual, like saving worms from certain death on the sidewalk after it rains. This particular quirk has made me late to work more than once. I’ve been a vegetarian for 3 years and I love it. No more cognitive dissonance at meal times. I’m really personable (I hear), but I view myself as a complete introvert. I like interacting with people, but it also wears me out. So my idea of a perfect Friday night after a long week of work includes a glass of wine and a good book. Or a dinner with a few close friends.
My husband, The Artsy Engineer, and I got married in 2011 after dating for 7 years. We lived with my parents for one of those years and actually enjoyed it. In fact, he said at one point that he would stay there if it were socially acceptable. The Artsy Engineer is really good at a lot of things. So much so that it sometimes makes me feel incompetent. He cooks mean meals and plays a couple of instruments. He’s also extremely witty. We laugh a good deal in this home. He’s one of those people that jazzes up a room.
We have two dogs who are very much part of the family. I love them beyond belief, and you will inevitably see pictures of them at some point if you haven’t already. We also love to travel. Love it. However, we continue to be fairly broke (because I chose to be a student until I am a million years old), so within the last year, we’ve been traveling less and trying to squirrel that money away for future fertility treatments.
You see, I’ve been diagnosed with unexplained infertility. I’ve gotten pregnant once, which ended with a miscarriage on the last birthday I’ll ever have in my 20s. My first goal of this blog is purely selfish. I need a place to put down all of my thoughts. And not just in a journal that no one will ever see. Because the second goal is to find a community of people who are experiencing the same thing. Basically, I need some less fertile friends.