Another One Bites the Dust.

Well bless my soul, I seem to have missed my second bloggiversary. I could have sworn this site was born on July twenty-somethingth, but no: yesterday Flotsam entered its Terrible Twos.
Apparently this age is “punctuated by temper tantrums and aggression,” just to warn you. There may also be “biting and hitting.” Parenting sites suggest that establishing a routine may help during the tumultuous second year, and so I am going to celebrate my online birthday by posting more regularly for a month or so to see how it goes. I suspect it won’t go very well, but I just might surprise myself.

At the very least I will have plenty of material, as the clinic just called with my dates and protocol. My IVF cycle is officially on the schedule. Dr. Doctor’s departure did push things back a bit, but I have been instructed to start Lupron August 2nd, and my baseline ultrasound is set for August 9th. Tentative egg retrieval date is the 23rd, which is one month from now OH MY DANCING WHORE. I guess it’s time to order my Bravelle, Menopur, and a cyanide capsule in case it doesn’t work.

I am feeling a little soggy around the edges about this two-year anniversary, and all of the delightful people I have met, virtually and otherwise, as a result of this website. It still surprises me, what a large part of my life this has become. Besides myself, Scott, and the photographer, the first people to see my wedding pictures were…well, you. When I am cranky and cheese-deprived, your comments buoy my spirits. When I (hypothetically) slip on a piece of lettuce at Target and land heavily on my ass in the checkout line, one leg sliding under my cart so that my brown suede wedge is STUCK THERE and must be wrenched free (leaving it irreparably scuffed), I am a little less embarrassed because in a way, you are there with me, reminding me that it was actually pretty funny—especially the startled squeak I let out as I hit the ground.

I should probably end this before I start overusing the word “community” and warbling drunkenly about how I love you guys, and don’t ever change, and it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of one neurotic girl don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, but I think this is the middle of a beautiful friendship.

(But I really think it is).