I am in – what am I in? A bit of a state, perhaps. A crise de nerfs, or possibly a somewhat self-defeating desire to dehydrate myself completely crying and have a headache.
Or perhaps I have just moved my monthly mini-nervous-breakdown from right before ovulation to the second week of the two-week-wait (you know, where normal infertile women keep it).
I have so many long, articulate, blog-posts half-written, two-thirds-planned. I can’t quite make myself write any of them.
All I see is bleak, with no way out. I have been here before, and scrambled out many times. I’ll scramble out this time, sooner or later. Just, it makes me an exceedingly tedious blogger while it lasts. Sorry.