Well.
Monday came, the new post didn't. Sorry about that.
I'm experiencing slight computer problems. Eech.
I promised you Monkeys. I promised you Blurbs and Banter.
You'll have to forgive me for postponing these entretiens to a later time. Thank you for your indulgence, Loverly Ones. I owe you one. (Actually, I owe you several. But we'll discuss that topic some other time, too.) This is a blog, I am entitled to some indulging.
Since Tuesday evening, I am being jubilating. I am being happiness. I am being yesyesyes.
As some of you may know, I've been through a rough patch, baby wise. we've lost 3 babies so far, and am sick of it. I was beginning to wonder what kind of tumor ate at my insides, what thyroid malfunction fucked up my body, and which food I should ingest to make sure my blood iron was good enough. And folic acid and all that. And good stuff. You know, for baby-making. You get it.
Well yesyesyes, jubilation and happiness! The tests I took in the Fall have revealed nothing is wrong with me physically. This is, to say the least, extremely relieving. Phew. We're now heading into Genetic Investigation Territory (I know, I know - so CSI of us!) to figure out what's up. My doc said for all he knows, we could have just hit a streak of bad luck. So, pardon my Inuktuk, Fuck bad luck. It's been 3 years, gimme a baby. Why can Brittany Spirit and Angelina BradPitt and freakin' Girl-Next-Door who thinks self-indulging can make you with child have twelve kids, and not I? Goddammit.
So voilà. I know some of you out there care (B, you should know I carry that angel everywhere), and so would like to know.
As for the excepts from my book, well, that was just bullshit. :o)
