It’a a beautiful spring day here in NYC and the last place I want to be is at my soon to be ex employment but hey it is what it is.

Thinking about friends going through rough times and what will happen once Sis is released from the hospital. Then I think about my new job and how it’s going to be. I hope to get back on meds this week. Mikey is waiting to hear back from the therapist about available time slots.

I love Mikey. Mikey loves me. But is that enough? We are feeling our age difference in the way we look at life, the way we cope with infertility, the way we need sex and passion. Sometimes I think if we would move to better place, get better jobs, get pregnant everything will be alright. But then I wake up.

I need to turn my brain off don’t I?