I ate a 14oz steak named the “Brick” tonight. Pretty damn proud of myself.

I’ve been really struggling with fertility issues and it definitely impacts my mental health. The good news is I ran straight to my psychiatrist and she was like it’s fine that you’re feeling this way, it doesn’t mean you’re not healthy and the fact that you ran straight to me is a good sign. So...acknowledging it is…

I like IT’s CC cream-you can control the coverage, so I go sheer for work and day wear, and can step it up for a more advanced look. It’s also really moisturizing as my skin is super dry. I use it with their pore refining powder-the luminescent one.(Ignore the parka, it was freaking freeezing in the ATL).

I am in LOVE with fake eyelashes. I haven’t used them since my wedding in 2009 and OMG. They are so much better, and apparently I’m much better at putting them on because they look freaking amazing.

You’ve got this!!! My dad is living proof that it can change your family for generations! I’m sure your son is going to grow up and have that security!

My son is a hugger too! One of his buddies doesn’t have that in his family, and he reacts with almost disdain when my son hugs him bye. We’ve explained that not everyone wants physical affection and we have to respect people’s boundaries, but it just makes me so sad.

My dad got no affection and was emotionally neglected, even though his needs were met. He was determined to break the cycle, and I literally was hugged and told that he loved me every single day. It makes such a difference in your life to have physical and verbal affection-we do the same thing with my 6 year old now,…

What the HELL did I do to deserve the end of that short story? My ability to visualize is way too developed.

All those things (mourning the loss of childbearing, thanks ovaries!) and I’m shaking with rage every time I hear the voice. It’s a visceral reaction.

This week I made the awful decision to Google fertility after 35. I knew the basics, and my bestie is an MD and I have a great OBGYN so it’s not like I don’t have good resources, but I still did it. I’ve spent the last few days in a depressive whirlwind. We had our first at 30, got pregnant with our second at 35, and…

*rereads my comment 17 times*

My understanding is that they gave her a new office-not changed her position.

Ugh-this is not going to go over well.

I prep the night before (or a week or two before because I’m one of those annoying, meal planning people who buys my groceries a month in advance and puts everything together) and the. Dump it all in the crock pot and cook it on low.

To be clear, I’m aware that Emily Doe is a pseudonym. (Honestly, I’m a little shocked that anyone could possibly think someone isn’t at this point, but clearly I needed to clear that up.)

Awww sweet puppers.

Oh no, I mean actually “Emily Doe,” not her real name. Sorry that wasn’t clear-I was just waking up. I think I’m just putting myself in her shoes: how I would feel if I were constantly referred to as “Randy X’s victim” instead of my name or pseudonym, even in reference to the crime. It is just a never ending trauma…

Uh-yeah, I’m aware. I’m jut sick of her being preluded by him. Just thinking how I would feel if I were constantly referred to as “Randy X’s victim” instead of my name, even in reference to the crime.

Lauren-

Straight passing as I’m married to a man, but was slowly coming out to people who are important to me, and now slammed the door shut again after we elected the Orange Bigot.