Beer with a Google Reader Chaser
Since mid-July, I have spent 12 days at home. During those 12 days, we have had guests. We’ve gutted the house of unused items, trying to get rid of clutter. We’ve dismantled the twins’ room and prepared their new rooms (okay, so this last one is still in-process).
I haven’t practiced guitar. I haven’t written. I did my normal amount of work in an abnormally small amount of time.
And I had to declare Google bankruptcy. I’ve had to do this maybe two or three times in the last five years — mark all posts in my Reader as read and start from scratch. I caught posts here and there: at least six a day during IComLeavWe and scattered ones throughout the month. But I’ve missed the vast majority of what has happened in the past month.
So take pity on me (and whoever else has been off-schedule this summer) and fill us in on what has happened in your life this past month.
As always, it has been about a month since we met, bitched, cried, comforted, and caught up each other on our cycles and lives. Pull up a seat and I’ll pour you a drink. Let everyone know what is happening in your life. The good, the bad, the ugly. My only request is that if a story catches your eye, you follow it back to the person’s blog and start reading their posts. Give some love, give some support, or laugh with someone until your drink comes out of your nose.
I have a ton of assvice in my back pocket and as a virtual bartender, I will give it to you unless you specifically tell me that this is simply a vent and you do not want to receive anything more than a hug.
So if you have been a lurker for a while (or if this is your first open bar), sit down and tell us about yourself. Remember to provide a link or a way for people to continue reading your story (or if you don’t have a blog — gasp! — you can always leave an email address if you’re looking for advice or support. If not, people can leave messages for that person here in the comments section too). If you’re a regular at the bar, I’ll get out your engraved martini glass while you make yourself comfortable. And anyone new, welcome. I’m glad you found this virtual bar.
For those who have no clue what I’m talking about when I say that the bar is open, click here to catch up and then jump into the conversation back on this current post.
So have an imaginary cocktail and tell us what is up with your life.
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I’m a teacher and today is the first day of school! Which means I have no time to write this, and yet I will. I’m actually starting part time this year so I can be home more with my daughter. I’m very thankful for this opportunity but also nervous to do 4/5 of my regular work load in 2/3 the time. We’ll see how it goes.
Recently I’ve has a bit of a blogging/personal crisis and I’m taking a a break as I attempt to figure out a new intention for both. You can read more about that here: http://esperanzasays.wordpress.com/2011/08/19/confessional-fridays-negative/ . At the same time I plan to celebrate my 500th post which will fall on my two year blogoversary at the end of the month.
On my other blog I’m finally reaching a place where not buying anything new (for a year) feels normal. You can read more about my project here: http://secondhandhappiness.com/ . I’m also purging our apartment of all the unneeded crap we’ve accumulated over the years and man is there a lot of it. For the first time since this project started five months ago I think I will be able to make lasting changes to my relationship with material possessions.
So that is where I am right now – about to embark on my eighth year of teaching and my second year of motherhood. Should be a wild ride!
I’m potty training. Please don’t stop by to tell me how I’m doing it wrong. But I do love lots of: “X worked for me” or “I heard X works really well too”…I love to hear other people’s stories about potty training.
Also, still trying to lose weight so when we start cycling again (probably January) we will have better odds for success.
Oh, God, this comes at the right time! I am dying for a Cuba Libre! With extra lime, please.
So, Mel, I heard you got shaken but not stirred in a port-a-potty. 😉 You do have a magnet for let’s call them very special things happening to you. For a person who would rather blend in rather than stand out in a crowd, you have to admit that with all that happens to you, this task is a rather difficult.
That’s some mean rhum you have there! I should say no to another. Ok, if you insist, I WILL have another.
Me? Thanks, I’m fine. -ish. Overall. We move in 8 days. The new house is gorgeous, we’ve seen it again this morning. George is now full of one-year-old tricks and we now understand better what they talk about in books about babies loving an audience. I swear that all boxes we pack contain at least one building block as well, he chucks various things inside boxes and we’ve only recently become aware of this. And of the fact that the level of building blocks got seriously low somehow.
But we’re good, thanks for asking. We are waiting for the fall, which is absolutely glorious here. And Oktoberfest, of course. I am thinking of getting George a pair of lederhosen, but boy are those expensive, and for a one time fun, it might not be worth it after all. But can’t wait to take him there. I hope he will enjoy the cheesy stands and amusements. Prost, everyone! 🙂
I’m in the 2ww of our last “natural go” before starting IVF in September/October. I would love if this works and we can say “HA!” to the universe.
If it doesn’t, I’m going to need a very large peach lambic (YUM) to help me figure out how to fit all the three hour round trips for scans and bloodwork and days off for ER and ET into my teaching schedule without having to beg for too many favors. (Or, I’ll need the lambic to help me relax and breathe and remember that it is OK to need help.)
I could use a good stiff drink. Whatever you have as the house special today will work.
Same old, same old here. Still marathon training. Still working to accept that we’re done. Still fighting a three year old most of the time, though in the past two days he’s been all snuggly and huggy. Not sure why he’s decided I’m an Okay Mom again, but I’ll take it. Still thinking about my new blog project and contemplating a whole new career change. (But I haven’t been blogging about that part yet.)
Well, I’m at a class in Jackson Hole and I went to the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar last night, where I had a Miss Kitty. It was delicious – I’d like another.
It’s been a summer of vacations for me. Chicago, California, Wyoming. It’s been lovely and I don’t want to go back to work. 🙁
I’m having Skinnygirl Sangria these days (add some fresh fruit from the bar if you have some please, tastes even better that way).
We bought a new house and are about to spend copious amounts of money readying it for move in over Labor Day weekend. Most people spend their money on kitchen/bath/plumbing/roof/electrical but not us. No, we’ll be spending a small fortune CLEARING the back yard of overgrowth from all three neighbors as well as UNDOING most of what the prior owner did with hardscape/landscape. Even though it will be safe (for our young son and two small dogs (oh, and did I mention having to build a coyote proof kennel for our dogs, you know, so they don’t get EATEN)) and beautiful, with me not working it is going to seriously dent our savings.
We were shown to 1 birth mother in July. We’ve decided to change from a ‘girl’ only specification to a ‘girl’ preference (we’ll be shown to BMs who know they are having a girl and BMs who don’t know the gender) to see if that actually gets us closer to a match. At this point, after 4 years trying to have another child, I’m closer to being ready to be one and done. I wish that decision was by design and not default, but it is what it is.
It’s hot out, a nice refreshing mojito sounds yummy! First, Mel, so happy that you and the Wolvog just got slightly shaken, instead of tipped in the earthquake!
I’m finishing up leave with Baby X and only have a week and a half left before I go back to work. I’m excited for S to have his time with the baby coming up, but know that I’m walking into a hornets nest when I go back. It’ll be an interesting transition.
I’m feeling sort of nostalgic this morning, so I would love to have a kaluha and chocolate milk…
Things are quiet in the Shire. My Beloved’s 40th birthday is just around the corner and I’m still trying to figure out what we’re going to do on the day… but don’t tell him that. He thinks I’ve got something big planned. *sigh*
Ginny is going to be 9 months old this weekend, and my primary goal these days is to keep her from injuring herself for 24 hours straight. Every day is a new oops or owie. She’s just so dang curious!
TTC-wise, I’m just getting back into the groove of temping and charting. My cycles have been wonky since AF made her reappearance 6 months ago. Hopefully this go round won’t take as long as last time.
I would love a big, bird-bath sized margartia, please.
Planning the boys 3rd birthday party and still working on getting them even a slight bit interested in potty training. If anyone has any suggestions stop on over and let me know – I’ve tried candy, toys, telling them that won’t be able to go to school, etc, etc, etc – but nothing works. They do.not.care
It’s not even noon in Texas, but I could use a MARGARITA!
I’m pretty new to the stirrup-queens, but I feel like I’ve been ttc forever!!! Right now I’m dealing with my decision to make a career change and follow my dreams in a more creative profession. Thus, I have decided to go rogue and ditch my RE right when we were supposed to start our first round of Femera with IUI. I’m having a really hard time coping with the decision I have made to allow myself to be happy (with or without a child). I’m focusing on the idea of creating a space for happiness that I have control of since whether or not I conceive is NOT UP TO ME! It is so nice to have found a community of women who are so supportive and nurturing to what we are all going through…I wish I had found you all earlier (yes I had to consciously type ‘you all’ bc here in Texas, I would have said ‘ya’ll’). I have found nothing but negativity, badgering and condescension from the women in my life (with the exception of one good friend) who are uber fertile and have no idea what it is to be otherwise. Why women are constantly so quick to bring each other down, I have no idea. So thank you ladies for the support!!! The kind comments I’ve received on my blog have meant the world to me! xoxo
Hi all! While I would certainly enjoy a drink right now, I’m 5 days in to the 2 week wait on IUI number 3 so I’ll pass on the good stuff and stick with some chocolate milk…
I’m exhausted – this process, with all the waiting and obstacles that seem to keep coming out of nowhere to blindside me, is really taking it out of me… My husband and I had our first counseling appointment last weekend with a marriage and family therapist who specializes in IF. When she said we were still “just beginning” (after the most agonizing 9 months) it was enough to make me cry. We’re going today to get a second opinion from a new RE about our IF factors and treatment plan. If this IUI fails, I’m headed into surgery in September and we’ll be taking a TTC break during September and October which breaks my heart… Just trying to have hope and to keep myself from obsessing too much.
I’ve gone Ayurvedic.
My kids started school (*sniff*).
I’m taking a bloggy survey.
Cheers, everyone.
Well, my July/Aug FET went belly up, even though the embryos that were transferred look beautiful and my lining was perfect and plush. Our insurance covers two more rounds of ART, type not specified, and I would love more than anything to try again. My husband and I had a huge discussion (well, I discussed, cried, debated, laid everything bare and he just said NO over and over) but I don’t think there is even a bit of a chance that he will see things from my point of view. It feels like I have been handed a golden scratch ticket that holds a 20% chance of giving me my heart’s desire, but I’m not being allowed to scratch it. That and my husband said some hurtful things along the lines of ‘get a life’ , which combined with his absolute veto power makes it hard for me to even look at him right now.
I’ll take whatever strong rot gut you’re pouring, and keep it coming. That and a couch to crash on above the bar, because I don’t feel like going home tonight.
I’d really love a great big pina colada. Life has been pretty good. Kids are getting ready to start school tomorrow. My one big frustration is fighting with a web page builder I am trying to beat into submisssion.
Hi Mel, I’ll have to skip the drink today. I’m now 34 weeks pregnant with our long awaited second child. It still seems strange that we started this journey to have children almost 10 years ago with smug little plans of two perfect kids two years apart. My 1st daughter is 4.5 now and this little girl is due in only 6 weeks and I am starting to realize that I am finally reaching the end of this stage of my journey. The trying to have kids journey. I know for sure that after all this time, this will be our second and last child. (please be okay little one) I’m looking ahead to raising our girls, and paying off our TTC debt, and having a future that isn’t tied to temperatures and cycles and sadness. It is scary, but also freeing. A whole new phase. I really don’t know what is in store for us.
Ahhh, so glad to see the Lushary open again! : ) I’m not much of a beer drinker, but I feel like I should have one in tribute to the late Jack Layton, federal Leader of the Opposition & of the NDP, who was voted by Canadians (of all political stripes) as the political leader they’d most like to have a beer with. ; ) So a cold beer to honour Jack, please, followed by a frozen margarita.
Let’s see — since our last visit, I had a lovely vacation visiting my parents, in which I ate way too much and read a lot of books. I mourned the 13th anniversary of my daughter’s stillbirth. I went back to work, and marked my 25th anniversary not only with the company but with the department. And I had a lovely lunch last week with the lovely Deathstar, which I hope to be blogging about shortly. : )
Eh, nothing is going on with me at the moment that you need to know about. Except that we are going to Disney again in a couple of weeks and that I am really excited.
I will take a drink though. Whatever that one was that you had invented for you.
Can I have a margarita in the middle of a workday? Why not!
We wrapped up our home study visits and sent our profile book to our adoption agency. We’re still a couple of small tasks away from official approval, but it’s right around the corner. We’re trying to learn how to navigate the adoption wait, and I’m still not giving up on Weight Watchers as I try to lose weight.
I’ll have the house wine please. Or perhaps that should be “whine”. I’ve been on a summer blogging break and don’t feel like I have anything to show for my time not at the computer. I’m all sorts of disgruntled. I should be packing a Hurricane Preparedness Kit and I’m procrastinating by playing catch-up with my Reader. blah, blah, blah!
I love this invitation! And thanks for the much needed drink 🙂
I am nearing the end of IVF #1. I have diminished ovarian reserve so I am not a super responder. After 12 days of stims we’re looking at only 2 mature eggs 🙁 I am trying not to get too discouraged yet b/c my doctor just increased my dosage of Follistim, but I am nervous.
I am a week out from the anniversary of Teddy’s birth and death. I don’t think they make a drink for that, but I’d take a vodka and grapefruit juice on the rocks with a splash of lime anyway. I’ll be glad to see the backside of this month.
Classes have started here, so work is hopping, which I actually really enjoy. Once you get over having to stand in line for everything again, having the university students back in town really helps boost the energy levels of this place.
How fun! Well I’m 33 weeks pregnant, so how about a Shirley Temple? (honestly, that’s my drink anyway)
Lately I’m mostly blogging about navigating the strange situation of being a pregnant infertile (here’s my blog link: http://writebaby.blogspot.com/)–after 4.5 years of TTC, I’m finally pregnant thanks to donor eggs from my BFF, which is awesome, but I just really don’t feel like a normal pregnant lady.
I’m also trying to write about our adoption experience–our son joined our family thru domestic open adoption 2 years ago, right before I started blogging, so I never really documented it. I’m finding it much harder to capture that amazing whirlwind of an experience than I had imagined, so though I’ve written about 5 long posts on this, stay tuned for an actual publishable post.
Oh, and I’m trying to figure out how I’ll ever have time for my freelance writing again once I have a 2.5yo and a newborn at home. Anyone have any ideas?? Loving reading everyone’s updates!
This house is full of transitions, except where I’m concerned.
My ivf cycle was cancelled on Saturday afternoon. I’m in shock. The lupron trigger shot failed to mature my eggs and release them. So, the RE was unable to retrieve any eggs from my 30ish follicles during yesterday’s retrieval procedure. Basically, I woke up from sedation, and the anesthesiologist informed me that they didn’t retrieve any eggs. I cried.
My doctor proposed trying to trigger a second time with HCG & then do another retrieval on Monday. But then we found out that my estradiol levels had already dipped, and he didn’t think we’d get any healthy eggs. So, IVF cycle #1 ends with zero eggs, zero embryos, and, therefore, zero babies.
I’m actually sipping a nice Pinot Grigio as I type this.
Dee started first grade today, Buddy moved up a room in preschool, and I taught my first class of the semester last night. It’s been a bit of a week already and it’s only Wednesday.
I’m enjoying how the East Coast is completely freaking out over the earthquake, but to be fair, whenever there is a brief rain shower here in Southern California, all the local news channels lead the evening news with STORM WATCH in their most screamingly obnoxious font.
I love reading your blog, I usually check in once a week but have been bad at commenting lately.
My first and likely only IVF just failed miserably after looking really promising. I’m nearly 42 and this is our fourth year trying. We have 1 ectopic, and two miscarriages in our history along with 4 IUI’s and now the IVF along with too many to count “natural cycle” tries, a laparoscopy and two hysteroscopys along with an HSG and two SHG’s and more feet in the stirrups visits than I can even count. I’m exhausted and defeated but would love to have a cocktail with you…something fruity and cool for this hot day. Now I am trying to figure out what I am doing next and my work, now that I am back focusing on it, is boring boring boring…maybe it’s time for a change..perhaps to a company with ART insurance? 🙂
Sarah – I am sorry about your cycle. It just sucks so much.
Mojito feels right for the summer … there are crickets outside my window right now. Thanks, Mel!
Still in work limbo, trying to negotiate a salary and work arrangement that will make the job and commute appealing, realizing that I have not found my dream job and not sure what to do about it (working for a living, I guess, so I’m no longer bleeding money?), drowning in zucchini/squash and cucumbers, and posting very little in the way of new recipes (and therefore, anything else) as a result: my family has begun to boycott squashperiments. The biggest news is that one of our best friends had a heart transplant at age 40, and we are struggling with that very scary knowledge and taking care as best we can of his two small children.
I attended my first baby shower in years, and survived.
I had my 90 day review at my new job, and while I didn’t get a raise, I didn’t walk out either!
I’m getting ready to start this 30 day challenge thing for September and I’m trying to decide what I can commit to for 30 days.
I’m just making it through the subtle craziness that is my life.
I’ll have a red wine please. Anything else just makes me want to shiver.
I’ve been on an exercise kick the last month, getting in shape for some serious sightseeing in September. It’s helped with the economy class diet (so as to fit more comfortably in an economy class seat), and I’m about 9 pounds down so far.
But the main excitement was having a very rare snowfall here. I blogged it, of course.
I’ll have a fuzzy navel please…and make it a strong one. Just the normalize stresses here of preparing for a giant hurricane and getting ready for the semester to start. Oh, and the added fun of a senior colleague having a relapse of his mental issues and maybe not being able to teach this semester (which starts Monday) so that my husband and I may need to give up our parental leave course releases to cover his classes. Luckily DD is almost 4 months old, so the parental leave was more about figuring out how to fit research in with teaching, service and parenting than figuring out parenting. Still, hoping he’s not as bad as it sounds and he’ll be able to teach next week. And that we actually start classes on Monday and aren’t hoping the house is still standing while waiting out the storm in West Virginia or somewhere further west.
Ok, finished that one… can I have another?
I’ve purposely taken a month off from reading any IF blogs. I just needed a mental break and needed to get myself in a better frame of mind. I also went on vacation this past month, which helps as well.
I went to see the doctor about having more tests done to determine why I am infertile. So far, my diagnosis is still at unexplained. The doctor noted that there is a chance that I have antibodies that are resistant to my husband’s sperm, but the testing to determine this is not reliable and there is no cure for it. That leads us at looking into artificial insemination. Since we aren’t ready for that and the doctor said it was still too early to go that route, he is trying me on Femara for a few months since Clomid didn’t work. We asked about side effects of Femara while in the office and he told us that there weren’t any, so I was really surprised when I read the paperwork that came with my prescription and found out that I could lose my hair, have muscle/joint pain, have hot flashes, bone fractures, etc. Also, the paperwork said that it should not be used in women of childbearing age and is meant for women after menopause to treat certain types of breast cancer. Talk about freaking out! I called the doctor and was told that they had never experienced any of these side effects in their IF patients and since I was only taking 2.5 mg that it shouldn’t be a problem, but I am still freaked out! I’ve had 3 of the 5 doses so far and no side effects, but I’m not sure if I want to continue this after this month.
Anyway, a drink sounds wonderful. But, I can’t drink on Femara, so maybe a chocolate milk shake?
Mine has been a month of major changes, so I need something very, very strong. Long Island Ice Tea, I think.
I lost my dad last week. He had a heart attack and – after 16 years of disability, sicknesses that he recovered from, days when he felt better than others – he passed away. I’m having a very hard time dealing with his death, but not as difficult a time as my mom. I guess when you’ve been married for 48 years, you really never expect to be without them.
On top of that, The Hubs and I will be moving house next week. We’ve lived beside my parents for the last four years and had planned to move before my dad’s death. My mom is wanting to sell their property, so we’re going ahead with our move. So now we have the move to get ready for.
Additionally, we were tentatively matched for adoption with a baby due in February. We will be meeting the birthmom in September and she will make a decision between us and one other couple by the end of September (hopefully).
It’s been an upheaval of a month in many ways. Some of it was wonderful and some was heartbreaking. I feel torn between the two feelings.
Emergency surgery is about the only exciting thing that’s happened to me. XD
I’ll have something fruity – no alcohol. FINALLY 20 weeks pregnant with twin boys. No ART this time….
I haven’t been posting a whole lot as I am afraid to put things up and then have to take them all back. Plus no infertile wants to hear about the girl that has been pregnant nine times and got pregnant without any help this time. It’s weird.
Found out on Monday that these boys will arrive between 34-36 weeks. I really had in my mind that the docs were going to let me slide to 37-38 weeks but when questioned they said absolutely not. I have too many risk factors. They said that with my daughter and let me go to 37 w 6d. We shall see. I am hoping that I get live babies in Nov/Dec. DH reminds me that’s only 15ish weeks away. I think a lot can go wrong in those few weeks…history tells me. Kind of feels like I am floating outside my body but SO THANKFUL to be here. Had a major break down at the peri’s office during the delivery talk. DH knows that I freak out every night and have to check HB by doppler ( he was beginning to think I was crazy and told me so) but after my break down in the peri’s office I think he understands a bit better. Given my last pregnancy I am so scared about the hospital I HAVE TO deliver at. I have tried all the ways to work around this and I only have one hospital that I will be “allowed” to deliver at.
Scared but glad to be HERE.
The ex-wife is pregnant. I’m still drinking. I’ll take a hard cider and a shot of something strong. Really strong.
Ear surgery will hopefully be scheduled at my next appointment. Then hopefully I can get back in the saddle, so to speak, and start back into all the fun of the RE’s office and the baseline appointments and tests because since it’s been a year, we have to start from scratch.
Better make the shot a double.
It’s funny how much can change in the time between bar visits.
We are moving beyond the grief of the unexpected miscarriage in June. I can talk about it without crying most days, which I count as a victory. It still stings but less and less each day.
We are officially TTC again as of a few weeks ago. Got a BFN but really the victory was trying. I’m on a new med that should help with some previous medical issues which may have contributed to the miscarriage and sort out my wonky cycles at the same time. Overall, things are good.
I’d like a drink mixed with hope, whatever that may be. Hope is tasting pretty good!
Um, am I the only one that reads all those fertility newsletters about how we shouldn’t drink alcohol, caffine, dairy…. ? Oh well I try. I’ll have some herbal tea. lol.
I’ve just had a laparoscopy last week and am still recovering a bit. But it wasn’t so bad and they removed a cyst (or fibroid, not sure which) and a whole lot of endometriosis (stage 2, so could be worse).
So I’ll meet up with my doc in 6 weeks time to assess if we are ready for IVF . Have to also check if thyroid levels are down. Am also pouring money into homeopathy and acupuncture. This had better work. Or else I just have done everything right and all these vitamins etc and in good health.
Cheers!
haven’t been to the lushary in a while, but it’s been quite a month.
um, I’m due to have a premature baby in two weeks (5.5 weeks early) and still can’t believe it. and with it, a hysterectomy.
and how are YOU?
In 2 more sleeps, I’m hopping on a bus (2 actually) and then a plane to China for work for 2.5 weeks. I know it will be fun and definitely interesting, but for now, I’m stressing over the getting packed and making sure I have everything.
AF is just out the door and I will be in China when O happens, so there is no chance of pregnancy this month. I plan on taking this chance and having a blast, no holding back! I’m going to drink and eat anything I want this month…(which means I’ll probably have 1 alcoholic drink at most. lol)
Thanks for the open bar, I’ll just keep to some tea for tonight.
Just like last time, I could use a big, cold draft Guinness.
School starts Monday. We had an earthquake this week that “rattled” everyone. Irene is bearing down on us. 3 of the kids have a soccer tournament this weekend in far flung places. The house is still a mess. My four year old is still refusing to go on the potty. My sister is still dead. I am exhausted, overwhelmed and in need of a personal organizer, interior designer and daily therapy sessions. Oh and we have a missing fire-bellied toad after a week on vacation. Anybody have any ideas on how to find him?
I’ve never craved a drink so much as I have since getting pregnant. Please please can I have an endless mimosa!?! Pretty please?
Lots going on over here.
-25 weeks pregnant tomorrow and i’m starting to believe that this just might result in a baby.
-We officially switched from the OB to a homebirth midwife today which is very exciting.
-Found out yesterday that my aunt is taking us up on our long-standing offer to take over guardianship of my troubled 17 year old cousin. I am hoping for the best, but anticipating a disaster.
-My husband’s father has landed in the ICU with heart problems twice this summer – the kind of situations where we get a phone call and drop everything to try and get to the hospital (which is a 9 hour drive away) ‘in time’. He is a miracle man and keeps bouncing back. I just hope that he can hang in there long enough to meet his grandbaby.
Thanks for hosting this Mel. It always makes me feel so good to imagine sitting at a poolside bar with so many incredible women.
Hello, this is my first visit to the lushary. I’ll take a glass of moscato please. We experienced our fourth early loss this summer. After doing RPL testing, I was diagnosed with a MTHFR mutation which led to a visit to a hematologist. Thanks to the hematologist we have a new plan in place that we are hoping will work. Other than that I am back to work and super excited to have a real classroom with windows this year.
I’ll take a virgin mojito–I finally hit my 3rd trimester and am so excited!
I had a shock going back to school this week. I was blindsided by a pregnancy announcement. You can read about it here if you like: http://www.warriorwoman.me/2011/08/if-colored-glasses/ I was very surprised at my reaction, given that my pregnancy is going well for the most part. I just thought I’d be “over” IF, you know? Not yet, I guess. Not ever, maybe.
I hear you on reader bankruptcy. I’m slowly finishing up the last of a huge lot of posts and have skimmed through a lot of them. Work is crazy and my time at home has been spent with moving, reading for fun and unpacking. Probably in that order too.