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kyburgWTF.
WTF.
I may have to go look over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
childfree more often - holy moley, over 2100 members - but the range is incredible.
Of course, once they find out I'm working to have a family, I'll be toast juice. And STOOPID. And a moo. And worse. (I'm with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mactavish on this one - while you can have some intelligent conversations over there, the place is loaded with folks who just plain hate. And not much more.)
*sighs* And I just spent 33 hours in classes to prepare me to be ready to be "challenged" by the needs of any adoptive child. (That's thinly disguised code for "they may hate you and never accept you EVAH.")
On the bio front - the Clearblue Easy Fertility Monitor (accept no substitutes!) has failed to tell me my peak fertile periods YET, after peeing on sticks for a month and a half. But the literature says I might be taking the tests wrong. Or the machine is still "learning" me.
It does see when changes happen - just not when NOW FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT is supposed to happen. And I had to push the appointment with Dr. Whiz-Bang ahead...again.
I spent my dreamtime last night searching for people. In places I used to live that now had other people living in them. Alone. Nobody I knew. Anywhere.
But the house in Ontario had been repainted with black walls and BSOD blue ceilings and accents. Silver stripes. White fake-fur couches.
August is over.
It'll be five years in eighteen days that Cliff passed away.
WTF.
I may have to go look over at
childfree more often - holy moley, over 2100 members - but the range is incredible.Of course, once they find out I'm working to have a family, I'll be toast juice. And STOOPID. And a moo. And worse. (I'm with
mactavish on this one - while you can have some intelligent conversations over there, the place is loaded with folks who just plain hate. And not much more.)*sighs* And I just spent 33 hours in classes to prepare me to be ready to be "challenged" by the needs of any adoptive child. (That's thinly disguised code for "they may hate you and never accept you EVAH.")
On the bio front - the Clearblue Easy Fertility Monitor (accept no substitutes!) has failed to tell me my peak fertile periods YET, after peeing on sticks for a month and a half. But the literature says I might be taking the tests wrong. Or the machine is still "learning" me.
It does see when changes happen - just not when NOW FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT is supposed to happen. And I had to push the appointment with Dr. Whiz-Bang ahead...again.
I spent my dreamtime last night searching for people. In places I used to live that now had other people living in them. Alone. Nobody I knew. Anywhere.
But the house in Ontario had been repainted with black walls and BSOD blue ceilings and accents. Silver stripes. White fake-fur couches.
August is over.
It'll be five years in eighteen days that Cliff passed away.
