J~ is coming over Saturday evening. J~ is my telephone and email Surviving Divorce Support Group buddy. (See my previous entry, Thanks Be, for the scoop.) We'll be playing it by ear: Dinner? Dancing? Cry-fest 2006? I can't exactly call it a date, but it's definitely a happening.
On Sunday, I have a brunch in Boston with fellow infertility bloggers, including: pixi, Nico, Karen, Nicole, T, and possibly Korisi, if she's up for it. Korisi is in the first precarious moments of her pregnancy, and for anyone who's ever fallen off the wrong end of a much-wanted pregnancy, you know what that's like. Others on the list are a little further along, but with their own versions of precariousness, and still others are keeping their chins up, hopeful for the next cycle. As far as I know, I'll be the only one shoving the whole baby-making project to the backburner. I thought maybe I shouldn't go on Sunday, I might make the others uncomfortable, it might be too painful. But hell, these ladies know what it's like to have their hopes dashed. And they're still my tribe: women writing their way through whatever life throws at them. So I will be there with bells on. Well, maybe not bells.
Sunday afternoon brings the main event: The big sit-down with A~ and K~. No links to that one, folks, sorry. I'm being civil and protecting identities. But wouldn't it be interesting if they were blogging about me, too? (They're not.) (Yet, anyway.) (As far as I know.)
While I'm in a link-happy mood, I'll share with you two tidbits from the news that relate to this blog.
First, the latest shameful actions of the company that owns Blogger: abetting censorship in China. Google, oh Google, I'm disappointed in you! Dear reader, if you are sufficiently put off, you have my blessing to take the No Luv for Google oath. I promise, you won't miss anything here.
Lastly, a shout out to the ladies suing Walmart. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.