I mentioned in my new years post, I had purchased the book Navigating the Land of If.
I still highly recommend it. But if you'll recall, I told you that I enjoyed it so much and it was so informative, that I was going to purchase a copy for a friend of mine that had just started her journey through the land of IF. Well, that friend announced to me (and ONLY me) that she is 8 weeks pregnant. * bangs. head. on. desk* I hugged her and told her how happy I was for her. I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone, and before you say anything...you guys totally don't count. I tell you everything. Besides, you have zero idea who I'm talking about. So, I guess I'm glad I didn't buy her the book. How stupid would I have looked handing the pregnant chick a book about navigating infertility and being all "I'm like totally here for you, my fellow infertile" Bah.
In other news, I'm begging, pleading, and bargaining with my body, to just fucking cooperate. Just this once. I'm hoping to not get my period before all is set with the clinic. (apparently it takes quite a while for the blood work results on some of the labs to come back. FROM DOWN STAIRS, on the first floor) Also, I'm hoping that I don't have any cysts. <----thats my biggest worry right now, not sure why.
So yea....yet another knocked up person, that isn't me and trying to convince by body to NOT be a douche bag. Woot!