I'm reading through all these blogs. Mostly dealing with fertility and infertility. I don't even know who Thalia is and I'm going to miss her.
I am so intimidated. My thoughts don't come in clean even paragraphs. so expect my blog to be disjointed.
Like now. For some reason I am stuck on the memory of the last time that I told my MIL I was trying to get pregnant. She responded with three sharp (hard) punches to my stomach. And then laughed.
Later I'll be funny. Not this post.
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