A (Wo)man of few words

I haven't had a lot to say the last few days. I am sick of thinking about getting pregnant and sick of talking about surgery. I just want to be normal. I want to worry about work, bills and my to do list, and not worry about ovulating. So for the last few days my attention has been not here, not on fertility. I don't know. I don't know what I want or what I feel about all of this madness we have gone through the past year. I am just over it. I don't have a lot to say; and now that I am thinking about it I am getting angry. I don't want to be angry. So I am going to stop thinking for right now. But remind me to tell you later about the woman who over the weekend said "I heard you had surgery. Are you pregnant?", implying she thought that I had IVF. This is a friend of my in-laws, someone who should not be asking me that kind of question, and is lucky I didn't backhand her. Again, getting angry, so we will save that story for later.