Who else hates that song?
Anyway, 4 days to go till Dear Aunt Flo( that miserable bitch) shows herself. I already know she'll be here. I managed to steer clear of the whole getting my hopes up drama this cycle. Amazingly enough. Despite that fact that we timed EVERYTHING perfectly, and I could very easily misconstrue PMS signs for early pregnancy. I did not. See what a cynical bitch I am?
So, she'll come...I'll have myself a mini pity party in the bathroom when she does. And then I'll be a big girl and call Dr.C to set up my HSG. Woo-friggin-hoo!
After I have it*shudder* if I check out, I am going to beg her to start me on injectables and set up an IUI.
I need something to feel hopeful about. Because I have obviously lost all hopes of us doing this on our own. Be it his man juice, or maybe I have hinky tubes....whatever the case may be, we aren't getting pregnant. And it seems everyone around us is. Bitches.
K's bands drummers wife....4 months.
My dear friend D...5 weeks and 5 days.
and about a MILLION other woman I have seen over the last week.....FUCKING KNOCKED UP.
My turn! Dammit.
And thats about it, nothing really interesting to say.