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I started this blog in 2011, just as I was losing my second pregnancy and through to my first IUI. Then the blog lay dormant through the interceding year and a half, while my spirit slept and my eggs were officially and irrevocably sidelined. Then this past week, an acupuncturist suggested I take up again the practice of blogging about this-- even if no one reads it, even if no one is there to hear. "I have a need to communicate," she said.
She's right.
I've been thinking long and hard about the tone, stance, and persona I want to adopt in this latest incarnation on this blog. Should I...
a) keep it clean, in case any kiddies stumble through in unsupervised summer Googling?
b) adopt the stance I do with my fertility doctor, i.e. pained, but polite, powerless, definitely not quasi-dysfunctional and definitely not rageful?
c) talk like I would to women who are in exactly the same place as I? That is, externalize Me into a world of other Me's who I trust will understand completely and judge not at all?
I've opted for #3. If kids are reading it, you shouldn't be here. It's going to get ugly.
But I have to let it get ugly. Otherwise it won't be true.
