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 Nobody knows what to say to me anymore. It's been a year since I became an infertility patient. I thought I had steeled myself. I'd known about my condition before I was even a teenager. But my mother had it, and her mother had it- and here I am, right? Women with PCOS have babies all this time. Not this woman ( Read more... )

 So, things didn't work out with the pregnancy. It's been a hard few weeks. I'm not really sure what to say, beyond that we're trying to have faith that everyone happens for a reason. We're also "actively trying" which for me (I have PCOS) has meant schedule of medical interventions that has left me feeling like both the scientist and the ( Read more... )

 So apparently walking out of an office where you're being screamed at is construed as quitting. Even when you call the district manager before leaving the property to state specifically that you aren't quitting your job, but leaving an unsafe situation. Even when you've worked every weekend and every thanksgiving, christmas eve, christmas, new ( Read more... )

I've had enough. This time when my boss screamed at me, I was on the phone with him. I drove in anyway, and my resolve grew. I asked him if he had a minute, and he said no. So I waited. He came back in the office and I told him, calmly, that I wasn't okay with being spoken to in that manner. I then made it clear that I hoped that he and I could ( Read more... )

I come to this place every so often and just sit, watching the blinking cursor. Fingers fly over keys and then "nah." A click of the X and this ADD girl is down some different rabbit hole of the internets. I found it much easier to pontificate and/or paraphrase when I was dissatisfied. The record is cringe-worthy in places, but I'm glad I have it. ( Read more... )

Rainy Tuesday. Ray LaMontagne, Joe Cocker, Amos Lee. Browsing tiny house plans. Burrowed babydogs who have yet to indicate they are ready to hike- a task usually accomplished by one of them prancing in and unceremoniously dropping their leash on the keyboard. Lentil soup is in the crockpot and I know the house will start to smell like cumin in a ( Read more... )

Came home one night last week and noticed our summer quilt had been replaced with the two thick winter ones. My slippers were under the nightstand. Went downstairs to throw my gym clothes in the wash and found my pink thermal underwear, flannel pj bottoms and oversized hoodies drying on the line. So this is what that secretive little smile was ( Read more... )

"Play something for me. Something I won't know." I go with one of the anthems from my childhood, and when I close my eyes and start to sing I can picture my parents' hands clasped together on the gearshift of a boxy mid-eighties toyota corolla. Before they bought the house, we spent endless hours in that car- winding on the back roads of New ( Read more... )

While at the gas station, one Gavin Freeman felt compelled to purchase a purple crocheted dish scrubbie/sponge. It kind of looks like a hackeysack. I've been staring at this thing on and off for nearly a week now. Tooling on google fails to produce the yarn you'd need. I'm not sure who is the biggest weirdo in all of this.
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