And now the screaming starts
Tomorrow I turn 43. And, unless something big happens in the next couple of hours, I will not have discovered the real answer to life, the universe and everything. I feel completely let down by Douglas Adams.
Tomorrow I also start my ovulation predictor kits for this final cycle. That’s not totally true. Because I’m a POAS addict, I pee’d on one today.
I am not ovulating.
Yet.
Hopefully, I will get a positive this weekend and everything will move forward as planned. A BFP in a couple weeks would be grand. But seriously, at this point, I’m just ready to be done.
Which totally means I will get a BFP and probably go through the long drawn out hell that will result in a miscarriage just like last time. My body seems to be rather insistent on reaping maximum heart break from this whole process.
Really wish I felt more positive going into this. I know bringing home a baby is a possibility. But so is winning the lottery.
Or being struck by lighting.
Or getting Firefly back on the air.
Or a new season of Arrested Development actually being in development.
Dontchya just hate it when a BFP ceases to be a jump-for-joy event and becomes an it-will-probably fail event?
I feel ya. I was excited with my first BFP. Ever since then I am just scared shitless of getting a BFP. Even though that is obviously the goal. It’s a fucked up world we live in. Hugs.
Happy Early Birthday & good luck with the POAS this weekend
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Happy belated you old fertile bat.
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