I am once again sucking at comments. I managed to make a few good ones here and there, but once again, am staring at 20 open tabs, and hundreds of unread feeds. I love everything you are all writing, I'm just a dork this weekend for comments.
I think all the blood and oxygen is going to my uterus and not my brain. Good for the ute, but geez, can't I have a little bit so I don't make a total ass of myself?
I went to see Motherisk for an in-person appointment on Friday, and forgot to write about it.
Remind me later. I know I won't friggin' remember.
I didn't even know you could go in. I need a consult with you. You could certainly open a consulting service.
ReplyDeleteAw, gee, and I wrote an entry that I thought was sure to get a laugh out of you! Back to the drawing board, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteI want to hear about the motherisk appt, ok?
You are one of the best and most consistent commenters out there--we'll cut you a break now and then. I was glad to read that everything is going well with DinkyPie (hilarious name!)
ReplyDeleteI don't envy you the never-ending tension of the high-risk pregnancy. It really is hell, but you can do it!
Take care.
I am right there with you on being a lame commenter as of late- and I have no good excuse at all!! You can at least fall back on "pregnancy brain" compounded by "completely freaked out post loss pregnancy brain". You get a total pass, Friend.
ReplyDeleteHang in there!!
ditto depressionista, but this NaBloPoMo has made keeping up with everybody pure hell.
ReplyDeleteWell I have been out of the loop for a long while now--barely any comments and almost no posting at all--so I am sure that you are far beyond putting me to shame by comparison.
ReplyDeleteI have been so out of touch, in fact, that I am only now reading that you are once again pregnant. What wonderful news!
Now that things are beginning to show signs of settling down a bit over here I am hoping to have more time to spend in the blogosphere and I look forward to catching up on how you've been/how you're doing.
re: the memory thing: really, could it be lingering depression? Because I swear to god, I lost mine TOTALLY this year, to the point that my entire house is post-it notes and even then I sometimes forget to look at them. My mantra lately is "please remind me, I WILL forget." And forget I do. Clearly when I lost my daughter, I lost my mind. Anyway, to point: am reading with baited breath, but in awe of your ability to, at times, enjoy the pregnancy. My breakthrough moment with babies was and continues to be 21 years of age, on the outside.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to hear about Motherisk visit. :-)
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