Again, with the suckage.

I sort of keep forgetting that I have a blog. Well, not really forgetting as much as just not thinking about it. I'm sorry. There's really not much to say.

I want to be fucking pregnant. That's a given. I'm not. Oh, another given.
I "know" a couple of really amazing women that have gone through much more than I have on this crazy ttc journey. And to tell you the absolute truth, I admire them. I'm assure you that dealing with IF issues is not something that I could handle. I imagine it's one of those things were you just keep putting one foot in front of the other, not really certain of the ground beneath your step, but nonetheless...walking. Albeit is slowly and in fear.
I hope that I never have to walk that path. I fear that I will. I don't know why, I just do.

Mr J. and I will often joke about how nothing is easy for us. We always get the short end of the stick. If something is going to go wrong, it is going to be in our lives. If somebody drowns trying to forge the river, it will be us.

Call it trial and tribulation, spiritual growth, if you will. You know how I feel about all that? Bullshit. Completey fucking over rated, growth is. I don't want to grow. Just once. I want to not have to climb a god damned mountain. Don't want to swim the Pacific. Don't want to jump through hoops of fucking fire. Don't want to run. Just want to walk. Slowly, calmly, without obstacle. Just once.

Okay. Well. Guess I did have a few things to say. Hmm.