Good Little Blogger

Happy Leap Day and Hump Day, everyone. In CT, we’re celebrating it (the leap part, that is) with a snowstorm. While we’re not expecting much by way of accumulation, we did get an early release from school, which allows me to have the time today to write a blog post.

As usual, my thoughts are all over the place.

1) Our school system gave us a “half day” early release. I would just like to say that getting out 1 and a half hours earlier than normal is not a half day. I’m glad to get home earlier, but a real half day would be great. The kids were all excited about the snow and very hyper.

2) I have a big blogging question for you all to answer. Okay, so when I try to attract more people to my blog, I do the proper thing and go out and find other new blogs myself, comment on them, and sign up for their blogs. My hope is always that after signing up and commenting, the person’s blog I’m looking at will do the same by coming over to check my blog out, comment, and sign up. Here’s the problem: I have done this so many times (which has been a huge help to my blog) that I’m now reading over 30 blogs. I’m caught up in everyone’s IF stories, successes, and heartbreaks, and I look forward to reading new posts. However, on a daily basis I have at least 10 emails of people’s posts to read, plus, through the RSS feeder app on my phone, at least another 15 or so posts. A day. I usually try to read as much as I can, and comment on it all, but I’m never completely successful.

I want to be a good little blogger, and meet new people, follow their journeys, and write comments. However, with all the blogs I am signing up to read – I really don’t have time! I like the traffic on my blog. Though it really shouldn’t be about that, and I do write for myself, I like the audience, and I think having one makes me a better writer. So what do I do?

How do you all handle this with your large followings? Did you sign up for everyone’s blog that signed up for yours? I certainly don’t want to be insulting. But I can’t keep doing this, or I will never have time for anything!

3) CD 14 (or 35, if you’re keeping track). We need to keep practicing, and we’re a bit overdue. I know you’re supposed to keep the supply shelves stocked (ha) regularly anyways, but when ovulation seems so far away/never happening, it’s hard to keep up the regularity. That said, my CM has finally gone colorless (sorry for the TMI), and it never really did that last time when I didn’t ovulate, so I’d say I might be getting closer. I keep punching myself in the ovaries to see if it hurts a lot, like it did the only other time I’ve ovulated, and nope, they don’t hurt. Damn. I’m kidding, by the way. But I do lean up against the counter to see if it hurts…because last time I felt a super sharp pain when I leaned up against a counter. OPK’s still suck, and still that second line is lighter than the control line. My temps have been all over the place the last few days, confusing me and sending me into a mild panic, but no, I still don’t think I’ve ovulated yet.

I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again – I would take the TWW over this crap any day. Waiting to ovulate is torture, because it may just never happen! Waiting for a period – well, at least I can say I tried, I charted, I know what my body is doing, and it’s out of my hands. I don’t feel that way now.

4) I’m hot. No, not that kind, but thank you anyway! Knock on wood, I have had basically no side effects from Clomid. However, after doubling my dosage, I have noticed one actual side effect. Hot flashes. They are almost comical. All week, at school, I’ve gotten so extremely hot all of a sudden, and I open the window, and the kids are freezing! Sorry, kids. Today I was wearing a scarf during the day, and all of a sudden I was dying. Had to take the scarf off and open a window, in the middle of a snowstorm. The thing is – I have also had hot flashes when my thyroid is all out of whack, and my TSH jumps. Those hot flashes leave me literally soaking wet in the middle of the night, nightclothes clinging to me for dear life. Those hot flashes require showers, and then blankets, and force me to check my temperature to make sure I’m not dying of the plague or something. Those hot flashes suck.

These Clomid hot flashes do not suck. The only thing that sucks is that I get hot, often. Maybe 5-7 times a day. But I don’t actually sweat. I just get super flushed. An open window, or throwing back the sheets, does the job. Also, these Clomid hot flashes are short. They last maybe 5 minutes, and then I’m back to normal. It’s really not bad at all, and I don’t even mind it. But it’s funny, how often my students are hearing me say how hot I am during a single day. Is this what menopause is like?

5) Snooki. You know what, screw her. Well, someone actually decided to do just that (Gionni?). I hate Jersey Shore, for the record, and I hate Snooki. And you know what I really, really hate? I hate that she’s pregnant. Yep, knocked up. Because the one thing the world really needs is a mini-Snooki. Seriously, she can get pregnant, and I can’t? Seriously?!

Oh, and Jennifer Garner popped, giving birth to baby #3, Samuel. Uma Thurman is pregnant, as well. Jessica Simpson is due any day now. Anyone else?! Come on, I can take it. So I get home today, flip on the TV, and there’s this afternoon news show on, where a nutritionist is showing off foods that pregnant people should eat. REALLY? I took notes, just for when it’s finally my turn. Kidding.

6) That’s about all I’ve got for today. Talk about random thoughts. But I do have one more thing to say: I love blogging. I’ve said that since the beginning but over the course of time, my reasons for loving it have evolved. In the last 2 weeks or so, I’ve suddenly felt like I know you guys out there! I follow your stories and your ups and downs, and I feel like I really know you. I even share your stories with my husband. When you comment, I know who you are, I know your story. I guess what I’m saying is, in the last few weeks, I don’t feel like we’re strangers any more. We’re all on the same page. That, above all else, might be my favorite reason to blog.