I’m dialing this in via my smart phone, so I beg of you tolerance for any wonky editing or grammatical errors sure to come.
November has never been my favorite month. I guess when it comes to not so great things that could happen, I have a one in twelve shot of it happening in November. Take for example my first miscarriage at 16 weeks. And possible my second and fourth…honestly I lost track and I try not to archive-dive unless absolutely necessary.
But today also marks the day Aitch was conceived six years ago. Before anyone prudish gets too squicked out what would be normally considered TMI, I wasn’t even present during conception and was actually 100 miles away. No Shades of Gray action going on here.
If you don’t have time to read the post itself, don’t bother; however read the comments to see if you recognize yourself.