That title pretty much sums up what’s in my head right now. Garbage. Stress. No motivation. Worry. Laziness. Questions. Confusion. All of that. This post? A bit of word vom. So grab your splatter shields. I’ve already pulled my hair back. That decision to grow this family has firmly become a decision to wait. There…
woe is me
Word Vom
I’m just going to go ahead and apologize for what is going to seem very stream of consciousness up in here. But y’all? My head and heart are all swimming with words that I cannot pour out onto this screen for one reason or another. If I talk about the fact that my ovaries are…
Heavy sighs
That’s pretty much all I’ve got. Just lots and lots of heavy sighs. This week has been just not great. In fact, it’s been a series of punches to my guts. And there’s still tomorrow to go before it’s “over.” And 10 more days after that. So I’m left here with so little TO say…
Rage against the Doctor machine
Since having Joshua, I pretty much have a hate-hate relationship with doctors. I’ve yet to meet one who doesn’t think he’s of superior intellect and ideas. Or God. Or at the very least A god. And I’m a mere mortal not fit to have control of fire. I? I’m pretty intelligent. And capable of wielding…
Grieving the loss
I’ve spent many of the past 24 hours or so grieving. And I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing until someone on Twitter pointed it out to me. But yeah, this shoe thing? Is a grieving thing. I lost a year’s worth of memories to the blur of PPD and adjusting to my new…