Comment to a red state cousin (of which I have many)

 

You can't seriously support George Bush and criticize Barack Obama's grammar! I don't care if you support George Bush or not, but the irony of calling out Obama's grammar and speech patterns is too much hypocracy for me.

Gaah.

(I'd post this in direct response to her comment on Facebook, but I don't need to start a family feud.)

 

Crapload

 

Hi all. Yet another friend has given birth - their baby girl was born early yesterday morning. That makes 4(!) this month, and another friend just went to his very first Lamaze class with his wife. Add my 2 colleagues who are due in August and September, and that's a crapload of babies.

We're going to start what will most likely be our last round of IVF soon, and I'm trying to be positive. A couple of friends have suggested that I read The Secret, but I can't bring myself to visualize myself pregnant every day because I can only think of how crushing it will be when it all ends badly.

Sorry for the bummer post - I had to get that out. Thanks. And thanks so much for all of your comments - it's so nice to know I'm not alone here. :)

 

Meteorological Math

 

It was 32° C last Friday. It is 16° C this Friday.

Damn. I wanted more ice cream.

For non-metric folks out there:
32° C = 90° F
16° C = 61° F

 

Musical Talent

 

I have none. I'm desperately jealous of those who do.

Open-mic nights can be scary things, but somehow a little touristy (but very cozy) Irish pub in one of the most picturesque parts of the city manages to put on a good one. A friend sings two sets every time, and man, can that girl sing. Sigh. I want her to record an album so I can enjoy her voice more than once a week.

She also kicks our collective butts at SingStar, even when she holds back.

 

Joy, all around

 

Today is my due date from the second miscarriage. I also got my period this morning from the failed IVF. Holy crap, the cramps are bad. And it's Monday. I'm trying to lose the weight I gained through this whole journey, so I can't console myself with chocolate, either.

I bought a giant, complicated knitting machine yesterday. It has more accessories and moving parts than my old Vespa. I'm going to focus on learning to use it tonight, I think (Martin has to work late, as usual.)

And maybe crack open some of the Swiss chocolate we brought back from Zürich last weekend.

 

Tears

 

The tears don't come at appropriate times: hanging laundry in what should be the nursery, seeing the neighbors' newborn, calling my cat 'my little boy', soaping my flat(ish) stomach in the shower. Instead, I have to stop my face from contorting into the 'ugly cry' while on the bus or sitting at my desk at work.

 

Thanks, everyone

 

Looks like #4 was a bust - I took an HPT this morning and it was negative. On to round #5.