I hardly blog anymore. The truth is, I'm too frickin' busy. I hardly ever get home before 8 p.m. My job keeps me hoppin'. I completely, 100%, love, love, love it. The work is good. The pay is good. The challenge is good. The boss is good. It's ALL good.
And it's a blessing. I have about zero time to think about infertility or anything else. I remember hearing this broker guy on the radio who, in the heyday of the stock market, didn't have time to go to the bathroom until 11:30 a.m. And now I understand. I mean, nature calls me before that, and I listen, but you bet your ass I'm thinking about something I need to be doing while I'm there.
So, no blogging. But no hurting about this, either. Today in the bathroom, my thought was, "How the heck am I going to have time to have a baby?" I understood, for the first time, why some career women wait until they're 95. Cause if you don't have time to pee, how the heck can you have time for children!?
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