I am reading your blog. I am reading it several times a day. As a matter of fact I am kind of a stalker.
I’m laughing at your jokes and sympathizing with your setbacks. I’m pulling for you as you get ready for surgery, wait to cycle (or not), test obsessively, and think about how to get through holidays and other events full of pregnancy and babies.
I am, however, so stuck in my own damned head right now that I start typing a comment and delete it. And type some more and delete some more. Again and again. I’ve written books in my head lately; they’re just not making it into your comments threads.
I can’t seem to see past this fog that’s in front of my eyes. I don’t have the energy for jokes, or double entendre, or snappy anecdotes.