Hey again -
Update from last time. Clomid worked (again...at the higher dosage with the neurological side effects). I'm 17 weeks and 5 days pregnant. Crazy miraculous stuff.
Emotionally, blogging or telling people has been like walking in quicksand. It's the drag of all the previous losses pulling me down, sucking away my potential joy. It's tough to be happy when you are just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Terrible attitude to have for a momma! But here we are.
I'm thinking about all the New Years resolutions I should make. Really I should stop looking at Facebook completely, except I use it for Mary Kay now. I just find myself flooded with anger so constantly.
There is a family thing which has gone completely and utterly beyond the pail of causing anger. It causes rage. It's basically like...relationship ending stuff. Have you ever had that...sorta of..."how do I move on from this" thing happen based on someone else's choices that affect you and will continue to affect you forever? I wish blogging was anonymous like it used to be in the good old days of Xanga, so I could totally write out the facts of what happened. Heh. Then I know I'd get lots of "you should feel this way: XYZ".
Please don't ever tell someone how they should feel. It's so tone deaf.
As we drag into the 3rd year of this "pandemic", I hope everyone learning to question the government and think for yourselves. It will serve you well in the future.
