It’s been months. Or just a month. Month and a half, tops. Or maybe two months? A lot of things are happening. My son is in TBall (and has become a 4 year old baseball prodigy). We got a cat and named her Nora. We have only had her for a week, but I am pretty certain she’s pregnant. Which is awesome. And by awesome I mean no, it is fucking terrible. What in the FUCK am I going to do with 2-6 kittens?
I also had a miscarriage. I’m totally fine. I wasn’t trying so it came as a really big scary shock. And then it ended. I felt weird at first, but now I am fine. Things happen for a reason. Why? I don’t know. But I’m never having sex again. I feel a little bad that I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t happy or anything, but I definitely wasn’t sad. Is that OK? I guess it’s because it wasn’t anything I was aiming for. I am rambling now.
Can I get some motivation to keep up with this blog? It feels good to talk. Even if its to the black abyss of the Internet.