Not Funny Enough?

Warning! This post is kind of a rant. I'm not angry at anyone and don't want to offend so please don't take it as that.

Every time I write a blog post I ask hubby to read it. Call me crazy, but its important to me and I want his support. And that way I know at least one other person besides me is reading all of this mess. I also want him to check it over to make sure it sounds right and my spelling and grammar are ok, and to make sure it is a little humorous or at least not too bleak and depressing. So I asked him this morning if he read my post from yesterday and asked him how it was. He said it was fine and I asked him if it was funny at all. He said, "not as funny as some of the others." For some reason that ticked me off.

I'm not a freaking comedian and this is not a comedy show! Very little about this whole process is funny. I have to make it a little funny or I will have a serious breakdown, but I'm sorry if I can't make everything hilarious. I try to make my posts light and informative, but some things just can't be spun, and some days I don't have a funny bone in my body. In fact after giving myself 21 injections, there is very little humor left regarding this cycle. Add that to explosive diarrhea from the metformin lets just say...BLAH!

Anyways, rant over. Sorry about that. Lets just say that I won't be asking hubby to read anymore.

Moving on...I was talking to my cousin, who is pregnant, last night. She is one of my best friends. We grew up next door to each other and went to school together, and I am very excited for her to become a mother. If you are reading this: I LOVE YOU! She told me she had only read my first one or two blog posts, but hasn't had a chance to read the rest. She said, "I read your blog and I thought, Yep, that's Katie!" It made me glad. I want to be true to myself, and anyone who reads this. I am who I am, and I'm proud of it! We are so pressured to be proper, and polite, and ladylike, and whatever else, and in the course of things wind up presenting ourselves as something we maybe aren't. Why isn't it okay to be real? If I'm in a bad mood or sad, why do I have to put on a happy face and pretend that everything is kittens and puppies and rainbows in my life?

Wow! I must be in funky mood today. Sorry. It is who I am.

I have my next date with Alejandro in two days. Yay me. :P

Katie