I miss you people and this blog. I’ve been sucked into a vacuum of sleeplessness and general lack of brain cells. I have enough wherewithall to play a game on facebook that involves clicking once amidst a bunch of little flying balls and watching them all bump into each other. I’m a little embarrassed because nice folks keep linking to me and I have nothing witty or entertaining to say.
I’ve been preoccupied with a few folks and their journeys to fertility.
A very close friend is trying to freeze her eggs for future use. This is tough because it is more like trying to try to conceive, if that makes any sense. There’s neither BFP nor BFN at the end of a cycle. Just lots of needles and tests. I wish I could give her even more support, but I just keep calling and asking how today went.
Another friend of a friend — single mom by choice — just got a BFP. Yay! I love those three letters.
I’m awaiting the arrival of L and H babypants’ little pant-wearer. I thought for sure he or she had already arrived, until I read this today. Ugh. My heart goes out to them for the unbearable past-the-due-date wait. On the other hand, it will be over soon. Yay! (Do you see how braindead I am? I keep saying “yay!” like an over-enthusiastic cheerleader on red bull.)
And EVA! Over at eggdrop? High-stakes IVF. It is taking every ounce of my being to not call her. Maybe I should call her. I just worry that on the off chance she’s actually not thinking about it for five seconds, I might upset her temporary sanity. God I hope she’s pregnant. Can we impregnate her with our thoughts please?
Umm errr uhh. Oh! And today I found out that I will teach a new grade next year. I’m finally moving up to third grade from second. I’ve been teaching second grade for 8 years, so this is a bit of a big deal. I was hoping to loop with my class, to have all the same kids next year, but that’s not in the cards for me.
What else? This Prop 8 is just another lame misstep on the way to equality. Evolution takes time. I think we’re pretty much still primates in much of the country.
And… I’ve been thinking of putting some pictures of Trucker up here. This blog is not so pretty to look at. And he is so much so. In fact, every single day someone tells me how pretty my daughter is. 🙂