Tom and I took Bruce and Jasmine for a very unsuccessful walk last night with the new, way cool jogging stroller. We usually do 5 laps around the big Bridle Trace circle. Bruce started wailing on lap 1. He was just really tired. We were able to pacify him for a while, but Tom ended up taking him home early while I went on lap 3. I walked up and down our street until I was able to get to 3 miles.
But the jogging stroller was cool. It has rubber tires. It’s very difficult to navigate. For those of you keeping count, it’s Bruce’s 4th stroller. This one isn’t like the others, though. It’s basically useless except for running. I told Tom that I feel bad about having bought 4 strollers, but this one doesn’t really count because it’s just like an exercise toy, or weights or something. It would be really, really miserable to take this stroller to Disney World. Or the mall. Or anywhere really. I cannot stress enough the inability to steer.
I started reading blogs yesterday of women with PCOS who are trying to conceive. It dawned on me that my struggles with that might be relevant to someone somewhere on the internets. So, I went back to my ol’ LiveJournal and collected everything that seemed relevant. I don’t know how I feel about it. I like this blog being about life with Bruce. But at the same time, it IS relevant. Part of the story is us trying, trying, trying.
So, if you’ve found me today and you’re into that sort of thing, you can search my tags for LJ to find the agonizing pre-baby ovarian cyst stuff.
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