Today is the first day of "cool" weather for this fall. It makes me want to quit my job because there are no windows to open and let the fresh air in. There is no sunshine in here to speak of, and I feel like a trapped bird. When it is hot as the 7th circle of hell, I could care less, when it is bitterly cold, they can keep the outside. Nope don't want it. But on a day like to today when it is dry, cool, and just perfect, well it should be against the law to be at work. There needs to be mandantory optional outdoor desks available for every employee. I know, I live in fantasy land with my unicorns.
This time of year is my favorite. The insane birthday/holiday season is about to kick off with my birthday next week. It is a domino effect from then. We have 4 major birthdays, the 4 biggest holidays of the year to contend with, and at least 1 minor holiday. IT. NEVER. ENDS. 5 months of parties, food, and presents. By Christmas day I am so flippin tired of food, cooking, money spending, and rushing around, I am ready to colapse. We get to catch our breath for a couple of weeks after new years eve, and then the last two major birthdays until June. After Feb 17th, I take an exsausted, and happy sigh.
We are a busy family. We love to enjoy each other's company, and I wouldn't miss our 5 months of chaos. I was hoping to add to that chaos with our own little addition, but it seems that we don't get that privlege yet. It would have been nice to be pregnant before thirty, but I really don't have a choice any more. I guess I just hate feeling like the years are slipping through my fingers. I do know that if I ever do get pregnant and have a baby, that child will be worth all the waiting.
Anyways.... Cheers to the first day of cool weather this fall, and cheers to The Party Gauntlet that kicks off Oct 7th!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Puppypalooza, and Preventing Workplace Violence
Well I finally did it. I went and bought a puppy! (3 weeks ago)----Hits Forehead---- What was I thinking?! He is adorable! He is needy. He is sweet! He is vicious. He is not potty trained, completely. He has separation anxiety. My husband like him well enough. Having a puppy is a challenge, but I think he is going to be a great part of our family. He is already the reason I smoke less. I am also off the computer at night too. He has me outside and walking. But he also doesn't leave me alone, unless he is chasing a cat. Then he comes right back. I can't pee alone, I can't eat, I can't even shower. He cries like I am killing him. I know the work will be worth it one of these days. If I do this right, he will be a great dog! The hard part is doing it right....
I've spent my last 21 days going out side at least once every hour while I am home. I clean up messes, and accidents... But my biggest issue is not having enough time to do everything at once. I can't really keep an eye on the dog, and cook dinner, and clean at the same time. My husband doesn't lift a finger, except to eat. That is pretty annoying. If this is a preview of how life will be with a baby? UGH. Thankfully, a baby can be put down in a crib and left alone for a couple minutes. Puppy on the other hand can't be set down without me worrying about him running off and peeing in a dork corner. Or chewing on a cord. Now sure, a toddler will have those issues too, but I can use a play pen. The puppy SCREAMS when he is in his cage. Good lord. I can't listen to that.
Not to mention he has had more than a couple of accidents in bed with us at night. That, I cannot abide by. So the poor thing sleeps in a cage on my nightstand, and then is confined to a larger cage during the day. But I know if I do this right Hans will be so worth it. It is hard to stay vigilant, but I must. It is also hard to keep myself from wanting to jump off the Harbor Bridge in the morning. After I leave my screaming puppy behind, I head to the place that harbors a person that brings the down right mean and ugly in me.
I am not typically a mean person. I'm not saying it isn't hard for me to write you off, because some people have a knack for picking that one spot that makes you just want to kick them "This is SPARTA" style into a pit (with spikes at the bottom). I try my best to listen to everyone, and give them a chance to make their first impression. There is one person who really has all the personality points that make me foam at the mouth with dislike. Try as I do to find the good in her, it is damn near impossible. I'm sure there is a few granules of goodness left in her, but where? The hardest part is that she is in my every day life, not just on the sidelines. It is enough to drive you freaking batty. So I try to keep my cattiness down to a dull roar, but every once in a while I have a flare up. Not so much a fight, as much as it I have to tell her to back off, or shut up in the nicest way possible.
At times that is not enough, but I know I need my job for now, and blowing up at my aggressors won't get me any points with the management. Unless we win the lottery, or I start that bakery, or I find a new job, I am stuck here. When I finally get home to puppyface (Hans) and my hubby, I feel better, if only for a few hours.
I've spent my last 21 days going out side at least once every hour while I am home. I clean up messes, and accidents... But my biggest issue is not having enough time to do everything at once. I can't really keep an eye on the dog, and cook dinner, and clean at the same time. My husband doesn't lift a finger, except to eat. That is pretty annoying. If this is a preview of how life will be with a baby? UGH. Thankfully, a baby can be put down in a crib and left alone for a couple minutes. Puppy on the other hand can't be set down without me worrying about him running off and peeing in a dork corner. Or chewing on a cord. Now sure, a toddler will have those issues too, but I can use a play pen. The puppy SCREAMS when he is in his cage. Good lord. I can't listen to that.
Not to mention he has had more than a couple of accidents in bed with us at night. That, I cannot abide by. So the poor thing sleeps in a cage on my nightstand, and then is confined to a larger cage during the day. But I know if I do this right Hans will be so worth it. It is hard to stay vigilant, but I must. It is also hard to keep myself from wanting to jump off the Harbor Bridge in the morning. After I leave my screaming puppy behind, I head to the place that harbors a person that brings the down right mean and ugly in me.
I am not typically a mean person. I'm not saying it isn't hard for me to write you off, because some people have a knack for picking that one spot that makes you just want to kick them "This is SPARTA" style into a pit (with spikes at the bottom). I try my best to listen to everyone, and give them a chance to make their first impression. There is one person who really has all the personality points that make me foam at the mouth with dislike. Try as I do to find the good in her, it is damn near impossible. I'm sure there is a few granules of goodness left in her, but where? The hardest part is that she is in my every day life, not just on the sidelines. It is enough to drive you freaking batty. So I try to keep my cattiness down to a dull roar, but every once in a while I have a flare up. Not so much a fight, as much as it I have to tell her to back off, or shut up in the nicest way possible.
At times that is not enough, but I know I need my job for now, and blowing up at my aggressors won't get me any points with the management. Unless we win the lottery, or I start that bakery, or I find a new job, I am stuck here. When I finally get home to puppyface (Hans) and my hubby, I feel better, if only for a few hours.
Monday, July 19, 2010
There, But For the Grace of "God", Go I.
Saturday night, I had a rare chance to hang out with a few of the people I shared some of my most influential times with. First of all, I was right about Steve not liking any of my old friends. But their status or personalities have nothing to do with that. It was plain old jealousy. When my husband realized that one of the guys attending was the first boy I had ever fallen in love with? Eh, lets just say, he was less than enthusiastic. I am just glad he didn't figure it out till we left the party. Not that he would say anything, but lord knows, it would have been a fight. Every smile would have been measured, every look, hug, laugh would have been calculated as out of line and inappropriate.
It is not as if we were touchy feely all night. But we shared memories, and many laughs. It was something that I thought would never happen. This guy and I have a very painful event that we shared. I don't think you ever forget getting pregnant at 16 by your boyfriend who was 15, and the life changing effects of an abortion your mother forced upon you. It was a wretched, and ugly time in my life. Bailey was my first true love, and the father of that pregnancy. It must have happened the very first time we had sex. It irrevocably changed us.
We were too young to know how to deal with it emotionally, and not long after that we broke up. We remained sometimes friends through out high school. We had the same circle of friends some of the time as well. It has been since High school, that we have talked to each other. The last time being the day we got our GED's. He took the test the same day I did. Just a coincidence, but maybe not. A year after that, I invited Bailey and his family to a party to celebrate my first wedding. I still don't know why I did that.
But after all these years, we briefly spoke of the event that altered the course of our lives. It sealed a bit of the wound that had been left. We both acknowledged that we thought we would have kids by now, and that maybe that chance all those years ago, would have been our only one. I was shocked to hear that from him. I had to confess I felt exactly the same way. I told him it sucked, and it was hard, but I am the way I am today, in part, because of that event. I am okay with it. He gave me a huge hug, and just like that I felt a bit lighter. I think maybe I needed him to know, I wasn't angry. Maybe he needed to know too.
The rest of the evening, we laughed at our own teenage antics, and parted with hugs all around. My husband stood off to the side, let me have my fun, and I made sure to show him that he was my one and only. however great it was to take a jog down memory lane, and do a little unexpected therapy, I have to recognise I am more than thankful for my life. I love my husband, and my family. We work hard, and have nice things. My old friends? Well they will be just fine. But I can't help but say to my self, "There, but for the grace of "god", go I. I could be a recovering addict, or alcoholic, or be in an abusive marriage, or lost in the world. I didn't go down that path, but is was right there in front of me. I have a feeling I was closer to going down the wrong path than I can imagine.
It is not as if we were touchy feely all night. But we shared memories, and many laughs. It was something that I thought would never happen. This guy and I have a very painful event that we shared. I don't think you ever forget getting pregnant at 16 by your boyfriend who was 15, and the life changing effects of an abortion your mother forced upon you. It was a wretched, and ugly time in my life. Bailey was my first true love, and the father of that pregnancy. It must have happened the very first time we had sex. It irrevocably changed us.
We were too young to know how to deal with it emotionally, and not long after that we broke up. We remained sometimes friends through out high school. We had the same circle of friends some of the time as well. It has been since High school, that we have talked to each other. The last time being the day we got our GED's. He took the test the same day I did. Just a coincidence, but maybe not. A year after that, I invited Bailey and his family to a party to celebrate my first wedding. I still don't know why I did that.
But after all these years, we briefly spoke of the event that altered the course of our lives. It sealed a bit of the wound that had been left. We both acknowledged that we thought we would have kids by now, and that maybe that chance all those years ago, would have been our only one. I was shocked to hear that from him. I had to confess I felt exactly the same way. I told him it sucked, and it was hard, but I am the way I am today, in part, because of that event. I am okay with it. He gave me a huge hug, and just like that I felt a bit lighter. I think maybe I needed him to know, I wasn't angry. Maybe he needed to know too.
The rest of the evening, we laughed at our own teenage antics, and parted with hugs all around. My husband stood off to the side, let me have my fun, and I made sure to show him that he was my one and only. however great it was to take a jog down memory lane, and do a little unexpected therapy, I have to recognise I am more than thankful for my life. I love my husband, and my family. We work hard, and have nice things. My old friends? Well they will be just fine. But I can't help but say to my self, "There, but for the grace of "god", go I. I could be a recovering addict, or alcoholic, or be in an abusive marriage, or lost in the world. I didn't go down that path, but is was right there in front of me. I have a feeling I was closer to going down the wrong path than I can imagine.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
TMI, FUBAR, ASAP
Well, I tried. I am pretty sure the BIC (Bitch In Charge), Aunt Flow is on her way. Today is CD 26 12 DPO. I could have been testing today. But noooo. My uterus said she wasn't ready for visitors, and is currently cleaning house. We will try again next cycle, but I really had high hopes this time. Not only did I get that funny feeling, my body sent me all kinds of mixed signals. Almost like when you are at a bar and you look up to see prince charming staring at you like he found his princess. You get all excited at the thought that this hot guy has singled you out. He smiles, you smile, he waves, you wave. You see him get up and walk toward you, and you start thinking of what he will say, what you will say. He finally makes his way over and walks right past you to the tall blonde standing behind you. Now you feel dumb for thinking he was looking at you, and especially hateful towards the lucky woman.
That about sums me up. I feel like a mo-mo because I thought this was it. Now I didn't go running around telling the world that I was with child. That is total idiot suicide. No, I just sat here and convinced myself that this was it. It was my turn. No one in the family was pregnant, no friends are expecting. I could keep this time to myself, be excited with everyone, and have my baby in my arms in 9 months or so. Oh woe is me. I guess I am just being hormonal about it now.
I would feel better if I didn't feel different this time. That would actually make sense. But I guess the Clomid is making it 10 times more confusing. I have had cramps, on and off, not breaking out much, none of my typical cravings. I haven't even begged for chocolate once! Other wise, the symptoms that I have associated with the impending doom are here. I have had small streaks of blood in my wipes. I have had blood in my CM. I have even had sex twice, and that usually does the trick for me. But it refuses to flow. I just want it to come out so I can restart the timer. Maybe I'll try jumping jacks at lunch.
So with another failed cycle under my belt, I have a license to drink my arse off this weekend. Not to self medicate, and I am not at the stage that I want to be numb (yet), I just want to pretend like I am in my 20's and not worried about much but having a good time. I also know I have no desire to be falling down drunk. Lord knows I do not need to wake up on Sunday morning with a what-the-hell-did-I-do-? hangover. Saturday night I will be attending my 11 year reunion. Why 11 years? Because as usual, the slacker that I am, and the majority of my friends in HS did not attend our 10 year reunion. So when we got to talking over old school pictures, we decided that screw it, we will throw our own reunion!
Of course it will be at a bar, and of course there will be drama, and awkward introductions. I can't wait for my husband to meet the people that made up my high school life. I will feel like I am introducing my husband to the past version of myself in a way. He will dislike almost everyone. I expect it. It should be interesting.
That about sums me up. I feel like a mo-mo because I thought this was it. Now I didn't go running around telling the world that I was with child. That is total idiot suicide. No, I just sat here and convinced myself that this was it. It was my turn. No one in the family was pregnant, no friends are expecting. I could keep this time to myself, be excited with everyone, and have my baby in my arms in 9 months or so. Oh woe is me. I guess I am just being hormonal about it now.
I would feel better if I didn't feel different this time. That would actually make sense. But I guess the Clomid is making it 10 times more confusing. I have had cramps, on and off, not breaking out much, none of my typical cravings. I haven't even begged for chocolate once! Other wise, the symptoms that I have associated with the impending doom are here. I have had small streaks of blood in my wipes. I have had blood in my CM. I have even had sex twice, and that usually does the trick for me. But it refuses to flow. I just want it to come out so I can restart the timer. Maybe I'll try jumping jacks at lunch.
So with another failed cycle under my belt, I have a license to drink my arse off this weekend. Not to self medicate, and I am not at the stage that I want to be numb (yet), I just want to pretend like I am in my 20's and not worried about much but having a good time. I also know I have no desire to be falling down drunk. Lord knows I do not need to wake up on Sunday morning with a what-the-hell-did-I-do-? hangover. Saturday night I will be attending my 11 year reunion. Why 11 years? Because as usual, the slacker that I am, and the majority of my friends in HS did not attend our 10 year reunion. So when we got to talking over old school pictures, we decided that screw it, we will throw our own reunion!
Of course it will be at a bar, and of course there will be drama, and awkward introductions. I can't wait for my husband to meet the people that made up my high school life. I will feel like I am introducing my husband to the past version of myself in a way. He will dislike almost everyone. I expect it. It should be interesting.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
CD 18 4 DPO FTW
I ovulated! We-Hew! Now the really crappy waiting part begins. We were very busy this weekend what with all the friends, family activities, and the people in town. Not to mention we had to do cooking, yard work, and the mattress mambo... It was hard to keep up with all of it, and my head is still spinning. It was fun, and I guess that is all one could ask for. Oh yea, and a positive pregnancy test in about a week, and a happy and healthy 9 months. Yea, those too please!
I am unbelievably worn out from the weekend, and only wish to read my books in peace. But I told myself I would clean the floors tonight. I must do at least that. I will try my hardest to accomplish one cleaning task a day. Hopefully my strategy will work. That, and I need to cook at home more. I have been pretty lax about it, and it is showing on my waist line.
I am trying not to obsess over possibly being pregnant right now. Lord knows I want to call all of my girlfriends right now and speculate with them. But I refrain. I need to keep my emotions clamped down. Because I know 4 days past ovulation will give me nothing but a negative test. Even if I did get a positive right now, by some miracle, I have a great chance of having a chemical pregnancy. Why would I want to put myself on that high, just to crash through the floor? I don't, and I won't. I will wait. Impatiently of course.
But in the back of my mind, I am chanting "This is it! THIS IS IT!" I guess because of the Clomid, the OPK's, and the PreSeed, I am almost expecting the results to fall in my favor. But everyone knows Mother Nature has plans that are not my own. But I am still thinking of creative ways to tell my parents, my sister, and my husband. But I will think of some brilliant idea that will go out the window the minute I see them because lord knows I will be a bundle of nerves, and excitement. I will be crying alot.
I have also been thinking about how to announce it to the rest of the world, and who will get the news first beyond my husband and I. My sister, sister in law, both mothers, and of course my dad. My best friend, his best friend. Various cousins and friends... Oh my. Well I believe I may want to be selfish for a couple of days. I want to absorb it, and keep it to myself, to enjoy. Of course Steve might ask whats up when I refuse to smoke. I am pretty sure that once I see that positive test in my hands, I will go into emotional over load and my need to calm myself. Or I will lose my mind and run out and buy a crib and all the stuff to decorate a baby's room! Gah! The craziness I see myself doing is endless.
I just need to calm myself, and not get my hopes too high. That is pretty darn tough, but I think I can manage it. I just need to distract my self. Maybe if I plan it right, I will have a very clean house by the time I get to testing day! My house sure could use it!
I am unbelievably worn out from the weekend, and only wish to read my books in peace. But I told myself I would clean the floors tonight. I must do at least that. I will try my hardest to accomplish one cleaning task a day. Hopefully my strategy will work. That, and I need to cook at home more. I have been pretty lax about it, and it is showing on my waist line.
I am trying not to obsess over possibly being pregnant right now. Lord knows I want to call all of my girlfriends right now and speculate with them. But I refrain. I need to keep my emotions clamped down. Because I know 4 days past ovulation will give me nothing but a negative test. Even if I did get a positive right now, by some miracle, I have a great chance of having a chemical pregnancy. Why would I want to put myself on that high, just to crash through the floor? I don't, and I won't. I will wait. Impatiently of course.
But in the back of my mind, I am chanting "This is it! THIS IS IT!" I guess because of the Clomid, the OPK's, and the PreSeed, I am almost expecting the results to fall in my favor. But everyone knows Mother Nature has plans that are not my own. But I am still thinking of creative ways to tell my parents, my sister, and my husband. But I will think of some brilliant idea that will go out the window the minute I see them because lord knows I will be a bundle of nerves, and excitement. I will be crying alot.
I have also been thinking about how to announce it to the rest of the world, and who will get the news first beyond my husband and I. My sister, sister in law, both mothers, and of course my dad. My best friend, his best friend. Various cousins and friends... Oh my. Well I believe I may want to be selfish for a couple of days. I want to absorb it, and keep it to myself, to enjoy. Of course Steve might ask whats up when I refuse to smoke. I am pretty sure that once I see that positive test in my hands, I will go into emotional over load and my need to calm myself. Or I will lose my mind and run out and buy a crib and all the stuff to decorate a baby's room! Gah! The craziness I see myself doing is endless.
I just need to calm myself, and not get my hopes too high. That is pretty darn tough, but I think I can manage it. I just need to distract my self. Maybe if I plan it right, I will have a very clean house by the time I get to testing day! My house sure could use it!
Monday, June 28, 2010
A Letter To My Ovaries
Dear Ovaries,
You and I have had a close relationship over the years. Without you, I couldn’t be the woman I am today! Alas, these past few years, you and I have been in disagreement over the release of those eggs. Now I know I didn’t really need them in the past, and I am well aware of those who have not made it to their full potential. There are two that I even had the gall to remove once they took root. I know, I know, I’ve been a selfish person. But I waited, as I was supposed to, for just the right time. I’m here now, and have been for a while. I am quite miffed that you have decided to stop releasing those eggs on a regular basis. You may be mad at me, but we still have a job to do! I have been trying to cooperate. I’ve been treating that illness you have. You know the one with that pearl like strand of cysts that have grown attached to you? Not only that, but I haven’t been on birth control in quite a long time. If this is about those depo provera shots, I said I was sorry. It hurt me just as much as it hurt you. But forcing me to take hormones to force you?? That is pretty mean. If I knew any better, I’d say you were mocking me.
But all that aside, I want to start over. I want to be the mother I was destined to be, and I can’t do that without you. I am begging for your help. I know you and I can’t do it alone, but I am confident that uterus is on board with this plan. All I need is for you to give me the positive on that little test, and the hubby and I will do what we can. I know sometimes, it isn’t meant to be, but I am certain, that we can make magic happen if we just work together. Please give me a chance to prove that being a mother is just as hard, and wonderful as I know it can be.
You and I have had a close relationship over the years. Without you, I couldn’t be the woman I am today! Alas, these past few years, you and I have been in disagreement over the release of those eggs. Now I know I didn’t really need them in the past, and I am well aware of those who have not made it to their full potential. There are two that I even had the gall to remove once they took root. I know, I know, I’ve been a selfish person. But I waited, as I was supposed to, for just the right time. I’m here now, and have been for a while. I am quite miffed that you have decided to stop releasing those eggs on a regular basis. You may be mad at me, but we still have a job to do! I have been trying to cooperate. I’ve been treating that illness you have. You know the one with that pearl like strand of cysts that have grown attached to you? Not only that, but I haven’t been on birth control in quite a long time. If this is about those depo provera shots, I said I was sorry. It hurt me just as much as it hurt you. But forcing me to take hormones to force you?? That is pretty mean. If I knew any better, I’d say you were mocking me.
But all that aside, I want to start over. I want to be the mother I was destined to be, and I can’t do that without you. I am begging for your help. I know you and I can’t do it alone, but I am confident that uterus is on board with this plan. All I need is for you to give me the positive on that little test, and the hubby and I will do what we can. I know sometimes, it isn’t meant to be, but I am certain, that we can make magic happen if we just work together. Please give me a chance to prove that being a mother is just as hard, and wonderful as I know it can be.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Of Monkeys' and Marias'
We made some serious progress this month. Two big goals have been taken care of. We replaced our roof, and got a new vehicle. With that under our belts, I think my husband has relaxed about broaching the subject of kids now. We don't talk about us actually trying. But we did have a few discussions that were surprising. First of all, he at least agrees with the girl's name I have picked out: Sarah Maria Karg. For our grandmothers. I am pretty sure he doesn't like the boy name I have chosen: Rylan John Karg. Rylan, because I love the name, and John for both of our fathers, his brother, my uncles, ect. My second boy will have my father's middle name (Sherman). The second girl's name I have chosen is Arianna Rose Karg. I am pretty set on those, but I know I will give some room for compromise if he wants a word in edge wise.
Then we spoke of him wanting to build our child's furniture. I have no problems with that, except , I am afraid he won't follow all the safety specs. I know he wants to build something for our child, and I will not deny that of him, but there are certain things he has to follow. He is very adamant that we do not use too many chemicals for the furniture, and wants me to drop the hint to my father when he makes the cradle to use linseed oil instead of varnish, or low fume varnish. It made me say, "Oh, you aren't going to be one of those "Au Natural" dads are you?" Because I am not going to wash diapers!
But he is thinking forward. Catching up to where I have been for a couple of years? Sort of. My neurosis goes deep. For my boy room I have found the cutest monkey themed items. I just love it! For a girl, well that will be different. I'm pretty sure we will be having a boy first. so I am most prepared for that. If I do have a girl, well great, but I am not worried if it doesn't happen. Boys can be as much fun as girls, it is just easier to find the frilly clothing!
But don't mind my hormonal ravings. I started a new cycle 3 days ago, and I am still doing that estrogen waffle. (That is what I call when I am fine one minute, and the next I am blubbering about a funny face my fish made) Not that I am making my emotional stability any better. I just took my first Clomid pill. I have 4 more to go. Hopefully, I get a egg to come out, and get my husband to make a deposit just in time. This is like coordinating a ballet. I have several conditions that must be met to create this one tiny thing that is so life changing! If one thing goes wrong, the end result is disappointment and a new box of tampons.
Then we spoke of him wanting to build our child's furniture. I have no problems with that, except , I am afraid he won't follow all the safety specs. I know he wants to build something for our child, and I will not deny that of him, but there are certain things he has to follow. He is very adamant that we do not use too many chemicals for the furniture, and wants me to drop the hint to my father when he makes the cradle to use linseed oil instead of varnish, or low fume varnish. It made me say, "Oh, you aren't going to be one of those "Au Natural" dads are you?" Because I am not going to wash diapers!
But he is thinking forward. Catching up to where I have been for a couple of years? Sort of. My neurosis goes deep. For my boy room I have found the cutest monkey themed items. I just love it! For a girl, well that will be different. I'm pretty sure we will be having a boy first. so I am most prepared for that. If I do have a girl, well great, but I am not worried if it doesn't happen. Boys can be as much fun as girls, it is just easier to find the frilly clothing!
But don't mind my hormonal ravings. I started a new cycle 3 days ago, and I am still doing that estrogen waffle. (That is what I call when I am fine one minute, and the next I am blubbering about a funny face my fish made) Not that I am making my emotional stability any better. I just took my first Clomid pill. I have 4 more to go. Hopefully, I get a egg to come out, and get my husband to make a deposit just in time. This is like coordinating a ballet. I have several conditions that must be met to create this one tiny thing that is so life changing! If one thing goes wrong, the end result is disappointment and a new box of tampons.
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