Seriously. Apparently I managed to put my foot, leg, and whatever else that would fit in my mouth last night. I'd love to pull the drunk card and blame it on alcohol, but that is something I doubt I can ever do when I drink 1 whole beer over the course of 2 hours when I go out. I think I probably made someone feel pretty damn bad about themselves who certainly didn't deserve it. I barely even know this person, and they surely didn't deserve to be judged the way I did. Safe to say there is at least one person out there now who isn't so impressed with the new Kathleen. The new Kathleen did at least learn a lesson though and will hopefully never make someone feel that way again. I'm not Catholic, but I may need to go to confession. Well, I guess this is my confession instead. I'm airing my dirty laundry for all of you to read.
Sigh. Here we are again. We knew all along we would be able to start the process for baby #2 when Sloane was nine months old. I had said we did not necessarily want kids that close together, but knew just because we started then did not mean we would get pregnant then. If I had only known how true that is becoming. Silly us had started having visions of three kids. The only way we can have three kids is to have things go smoothly, not lose embryos, and not lose time. Well, so far we have lost an embryo and a lot of time in the quest for our next baby. I breezed through prep for our transfer in early May. The stress load was so much less than before because I thought we had it figured out. We had Sloane as a great distraction. My lining was better than it has ever been before - by far. Then, the day after Mother's Day, I found out it did not work. And I was immediately thrown back into the depths of infertility hell....
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Sticks and Stones right?? Say your sorry then transfer the confusion into training energy. If that works, maybe there is a book to write. You could teach people to offend then train. Although it would only work for people with a conscience.