And it's not because I don't have plenty of things to blurt out about my kids. For instance:
Allison has a new "song" she skips and sings to all over the house, public, anywhere. No idea what song it is except the word "cock" is sung over and over and over. I never realized I'd have to tell my 2 year old to stop saying "cock".
Ella amazed me by writing "Allison" on her papers. I knew she knew her own name, but writing "Allison" wowed me. She's 3 1/2 now and I have no idea how quickly she's learning or not, as I've never had a 3 1/2 year old before, but it amazed me nonetheless.
Christmas was an explosion of fun for the girls. But more on that later.
I think I'm a bit overwhelmed right now. IUI #3 has started without so much as a starting whistle. I'm still awaiting the test to see if my latest surgery was a success. I have a broken foot. I don't know, even with having this blog to turn to, sometimes I can't escape the disappointment of not being able to rub a pregnant belly. And it pisses me off that I promised myself THIS would be the place tertiary IF wouldn't be an issue. But damn it, if found me. Even here.