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Fertility News – Tori Spelling and Dean McDermott Welcome Their Fifth child

It’s blessing times five for 43-year old Tori Spelling and Dean McDermott as they welcome their fifth addition to the household and get ready to be back to diaper duty! The couple welcomed their baby boy Beau Dean on Thursday, March 2. Aside from the media news, Spelling also took to social media to personally announce the good news as she tweeted: “We are so excited to announce the birth of the newest member of the McDermott family! Please join us in welcoming Beau Dean McDermott.” One source says that Spelling gave birth to the baby through a scheduled c-section. Before baby Beau Dean, Spelling and McDermott were already parents of 9-year-old Liam, 8-year-old Stella, 5-year-old Hattie and 4-year old Finn. It was Tori’s rep who confirmed in October that the couple was expanding their family.  Before they welcomed baby Beau Dean, in December, they also added a member to the family — Nutmeg, their pet pig. This family looks happy, no matter what people try to say about them. McDermott and The Beverly Hills …

Valentine’s Celebrations the Hollywood Way

How did you celebrate Valentine’s Day? Many lovers went on a date while singles either date themselves or their friends. But we can’t deny that there are also some who completely don’t care about Valentine’s Day! How did Olivia Wilde make this day special? One of the things she did was post three photos dedicated to her three sweethearts on Valentine’s Day. The 32-year-old actress took to Instagram and dedicated a post to each member of her family. On her first post, of course, is a photo of her and fiancé Jason Sudeikis looking dearly at each other. On her two other posts, Wilde shows photos of her and her 2-year-old son, Otis, and their 3-month-old daughter, Daisy Josephine. On her post with Otis, she captioned with “#chancethelover” and “#giantbabyhand” on her post of Daisy, because why not? At first glance of that photo, it looks like Daisy has a giant hand which looks completely awkward, but it was just an illusion as it was Wilde’s hand on there. Just recently, Sudeikis issued a sentiment …

Like Nausea

The need for a new baby ebbs and flows Like nausea No less urgent No easier to ignore When it hits It can be violent Stomach-wrenching A physical need When it subsides There is relief And a feeling that Perhaps I could just live the life I have But, of course That never lasts The pain soon comes around again And babies are everywhere Pregnant friends are unfollowed No updates No bump photos No excitement I cannot stand it But it comes and it goes It ebbs, it flows Like nausea.

Tick Tick, Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock; The clock is ticking; Want has turned to need; But is it just greed, To want number three?    Tick tock, tick tock; The clock is ticking; The children are growing; We are all getting older; Too old for another?    Tick tock, tick tock; The clock is ticking; The pain is growing; The stress is rising; The desperation to conceive.    Tick tock, tick tock; The clock is ticking; What if it never happens; What if time runs out; If two never become three?    Tick tock, tick tock; The clock is ticking; Please do not judge me; Please see I am grateful; I just am not done.    Tick tock, tick tock; The clock keeps on ticking.

Happy For You, Sad For Me

Secondary infertilty, however potentionally reversible or seemingly temporary, brings with it heartache and pain. The lack of choice is difficult to comprehend. Wanting and trying can feel completely futile at times. And the moment you want a baby more than anything and it just won’t happen for you, well that is when the World and his quite literal wife will conceive right under your nose. But it is possible, though not always easy, to be happy for you and only sad for me. To the parents with the newborn… To the lady with the bump… To the family with more children than I could dream of… I am happy for you. I am just sad for me. I am almost ready to accept that the boy, my youngest to date, is ready for school.    I am not at all ready to accept that he may be my last, though. I am ready to fight on in this battle. So that, one day, I can be happy for me. As well as happy for you.