So I'm aware that this is not me "showing," and it's just initial bloat, probably some left over from my procedures, although it went back up the last day or two. But anyway, here it is:
I pretty much have everything I ever wanted. But don't worry, I still find things to complain about. My personality often resembles that of a cantankerous old man. It's part of my charm. You'll learn to love it, I promise. Brian and I got married on June 28, 2003, and live in a tiny house where we are significantly outnumbered by our technological devices. We have zero problem with this, unless, of course, they become sentient. Then we're screwed. We have a daughter, Eliza, born October 29, 2009, after four years of infertility treatments, and finally a round of IVF. She's perfect and beautiful and was totally worth the wait. Those four years still sucked the big one, though. I know far more about the female reproductive system, and all the things that can go wrong with it, than anyone without a medical degree has any right to. I'm also proficient at jabbing needles full of hormones into myself. I still have a few numb spots. Our families are crazy. 'Nuff said. Other than that, I'm pretty boring, kind of antisocial, really sarcastic, and, and pretty tired most of the time.
3 comments:
You are so cut!!
I meant Cute!
Feeling sleepy yet? That's the first sign. In a few more weeks you'll be bone-tired even after a two-hour nap.
But sleep feels so gooooooood you won't mind taking another.
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