My nothing place

Hmm, I got nothin' to say lately. Maybe I do, but I don't feel like thinking about any of it. I haven't read any more of the Ruthless Trust book. It just seems too hard. Not cool, right? Sigh. I don't want to think and I don't want to hear or see. I don't even really feel bad, because I just kind of don't feel anything right now - and I sort of like it because it's easier, but I sort of hate it because it's sad to feel nothing. Although I have found myself a bit upset a few times lately. I guess it's about the same old things though. Seriously, why complain about your kids to people who can't have kids? Whether it's in person or on Facebook, it's just hard to hear so incredibly often - this complaining about your greatest blessings, like they're burdens. I mean, I get it, it's hard sometimes. So is IF, only change sometimes to all the time, with no upside - but we stick to venting about it in private groups and blogs. And seriously, don't talk about poop on Facebook, either. Or to my face. Just don't. I know getting your kid potty trained is a super awesome accomplishment, but we don't need poopy details... Actually, I'd advise against poop talk on Facebook even if I was the fertilest of Myrtles. The fact that I'm quite the opposite only adds insult to injury. So these things briefly upset me until I went back to my nothing place, which is no where near as lovely as a happy place, but it gets me through the day. It especially gets me through the days at work where there has been another newborn, more unsolicited baby pics, and more having to listen to the same story of such happiness.

Maybe someday I won't even flinch at these type of things - maybe someday I could even be more of an encouragement in them. After all, fertility is everywhere. Time to suck it up, right.

Well, there is is. Short, but not very sweet.