And DO let the door hit you on your cold, grumpy, miserable, gray, rainy, grouchy, crotchety behind on your way out. I still hate January, even when I
try to live joyfully. Isn’t it odd that someone would name their daughter after the worst month of the year? Although January Jones is a pretty-sounding name. She’s so darn gorgeous that she could be named Stalin McPol Pot and no one would care.
This month I did complete my goal of becoming an Iron Commenter for ICLW. (Actually, Melissa let me go on a technicality: I haven’t been able to figure out how to post on a few due to weird Blogger compatibility problems. If I left you out, it’s Blogger’s fault 😉 and I’m going to find a way to post on you somehow.) I don’t think the most hardened “just adopt, everything happens for a reason, just relax, it could be worse, why is this making you so depressed” family member or friend or, ahem, New York Times commenter, could POSSIBLY read through the 213 heart-breaking, eye-opening, sad, hopeful, brave January ICLW blogs and not change their minds about how incredibly devastating infertility is. In fact, Fanbloomingtastic has a fascinating post about how she stumbled upon ICLW and how she has been educated by the experience.
I wish EVERYONE could be educated by this project. Does anyone have any ideas on how to take ICLW’s impact seriously viral? Keiko’s awesome video is a good start…