Infertility Feels

I’ll be honest, I don’t let my infertility feelings out very often. I tend to push them down or ignore them ’cause, really, I don’t want to feel them. I don’t want to feel the want, the hands aching, the heart aching, the jealousy, the “what about me,” the “look what I can’t have,” the […]

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Is It Christmas, Really?

Chef Comte is not here. I’m living with my parents. Our usual Christmas traditions are nonexistent. Is it Christmas, really? Last year, Chef Comte and I waited until last minute to buy gifts for each other, as usual. And as in years past, we took a ride to the mall the Saturday before Christmas, gave […]

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Typical Comte, Ep. 5: Clown

Clowns. Are they awesome, creepy, fun, a little bit of all that? In this episode of Typical Comte, clowns is what we discuss, while staring at the beautiful landscape of Red Rock Canyon, ’cause why wouldn’t we?

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Typical Comte, Ep. 4: Bike

I know what you’re thinking… No, actually, I don’t. I know what I’m thinking: Is this really an episode about the word bike? Hahahaha! It never is. In today’s episode of Typical Comte, we start with the topic bike and quickly move to jeep, speeding, Utah, Vegas, Salt Lake City, awkward, houses in rocks, death…. […]

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Typical Comte, Ep. 3: Writing

I know what you’re thinking: Are you giving up on that couples video thing yet? Haha. No! 🙂 Today, I bring you a new-ish episode of Typical Comte. It’s new because you haven’t seen it before. It’s -ish because we filmed this back in February. Don’t worry. We’ll catch up. Or will we? You’ll just […]

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My Infertility Story

I have wanted to write this post for while. But now that I’m sitting down to do it, I’m not sure where to start. … … After long deliberation, I have decided to start at the beginning, so you understand the full story—why speaking out about infertility is important to me and why I’m okay, […]

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Suitcase Living and Microwave Cooking #HotelLiving

I’m no stranger to long-term hotel stays. When I first got married, I lived in a hotel for a month and a half while Chef Comte was in phase II of military training. That was six and a half years ago—before renting two homes in Washington and buying a town home and later a single-family […]

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