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Team Kate!

Yes, you read that right. Team Kate.

As in, Kate Gosselin.

I can't help it, I love the woman. Granted, watching her on Dancing with the Stars this season is awkward and she clearly has no dancing skills at all, but really people? Leave Kate alone!

Here's my pet peeve. Right now, Kate is, honestly, awful at dancing. Fine, go ahead, make fun of her dancing all you want. Unfortunately, she's in a no-win situation. If she was doing really well at dancing, everyone would attack her for that, saying that she spent so much time practicing that she must not be spending enough time with her kids.

People slam her for being bitchy. Well, you know what? If she was as nice and as pleasant as could be, people would slam her for being fake.

She's not spending enough time with her children apparently, because she's in LA three days a week. Well, half of that time, the kids are with their dad, right?

Besides, no one seemed to mind when Jon took off on his D-bag cruise with Hailey Glassman for three weeks. No one seemed to care that he wasn't spending time with his kids.

Why do I care about any of this? Believe me, I'm asking myself the same thing.

I side with Kate though, maybe because I continuously am finding myself in damned if I do, damned if I don't situations. Many of which I haven't talked about because I can't just yet.

But it's frustrating. And exhausting.

And I really feel for Kate.

That being said, Kate, I love you, but you are not a dancer. I admire you for being on the show, and while I am throwing half of my votes toward you, the other half are going to Maks and Erin.

Because holy hell, they have to be sleeping together.

Well, that got kind of dark, didn't it?

Admittedly, I was freaking out last night.

A lot.

But I've spent this entire morning talking with several doctors, researching the hell out of this, and generally just calming myself down and realizing I will have some options as far as things go.

I may not end up the crazy cat lady after all.

But it still sucks.

And I'm still a little angry.

However, it's 73 degrees at noon, it's a holiday weekend, and I get to go home and spend some time with my family and celebrate my dad's 50th birthday.

Life could be a lot worse.

Happy Easter, everyone! Have a wonderful weekend!

This post is brought to you courtesy of a lot of Bud Light

So, today I found out some news. Apparently, if I want to have children, I need to do so in oh, the next 5-7 years or I'm shit out of luck.

This is heartbreaking, considering I've always wanted a large family; always talked about having anywhere from 4-6 kids.

I'd be happy with 2 though.

5 years. That's all I have. And as of right now, there's nothing. There's no slim chance of any of that happening any time soon. I am no closer to being a mom now than I was 10 years ago.

And I want to be a mom. More than anything.

Why? What is wrong with me? What am I doing so wrong that I am 29 years old and nowhere close to being married and starting a family?

What pisses me off most is that I have friends; friends who likely read this blog, and have families that they don't deserve. That's an awful thing to say, but I'm sorry, if you've given up children you've already had or smoke and drink heavily through your pregnancy right up until the end, you don't deserve that child. You just don't.

(Yes, I've been drinking tonight.)

All I've ever wanted out of life is to be a mom. And now I'm stuck staring at a timeline that I just can't comprehend.

So tell me. What am I doing wrong?