Like for example:
My scanner and computer died after the Brooklyn tornado. Apple replaced the computer...like 3-4x until giving me a brand new one entirely. Scanner has yet to be replaced. I'm poor. There I said it. I'M POOR. ::Cartman's taunts to Kenny come to mind:: Hence, no pretty TaW's.
I announced to friends and family on facebook and twitter (around August-September I believe) that I was pregnant. I was very happy with the surprise. Fast forward to late October and I found out I had a mis-miscarriage (no fetal heart beat). I was at first shocked then angry at the doctor and tech thinking they were playing a joke on me. Don't ask me why I thought that but I seriously didn't believe them since there was no loss of symptoms like good old morning sickness and I waited for years (since no one can afford fertility care). I was extremely depressed when I knew it was true.
Sister and I @ Ren Faire'10
She's in Australia right now until the economy gets better in the USA.
Send her love (and heads ups)!
I was told I had to be operated (remove fetus) since apparently even my body can't do that naturally. I felt worthless, unfeminine, depressed and a whole range of emotions I didn't know existed like, "This dinner tastes very purple." BTW FYI the "abortion" was fucking painful. But after 3 days in bed you're like, "OK! Goodbye room! I have things to do. I'll call you." I really (for I don't know how long) became isolated and just dropped out of everything including freelancing. My heart wasn't in anything. Seriously, how can I do an awesome job and be an epic genius when my heart was put in a blender and served to me Titus style (for those illiterate your ='s Cartman and Scott Tenorman episode on South Park)?
So, like what's the good news? I get to try again next year! Well as many times as any woman wants to... *wink*hint* say no more.
On a lighter note:
Me and my husband have found a new home and are in the process of packing everything and throwing things out we don't really need. I really thought it wasn't much stuff but ... wow. Moving has taught me that men really shouldn't complain about women packing for travel. Men almost bring nothing on a trip and have to buy upon arrival, whereas women bring the house. Yet somehow men have more stuff in the home then women do. WTF? I think I'm almost done with my stuff (not counting furniture) and honestly it's like I'm leaving for a vacation. My husband's stuff is filling a room. So when your guy jokes how you bring the kitchen sink in your purse, remind him how they will need the U.S. Army to remove all his crap from your house.