NO I’M NOT PREGNANT
In the name of all that is
holy pasta, I can’t believe I’m here right now.
Don’t know what to do except to come right out and say it.
NO I’M NOT PREGNANT CALM DOWN
This month officially marked 6 months since we started trying.
So off to the doctor I went.
And now I’m doing monitoring. As in dates with Ole’ Wandy and blood tests. Every day. Until a trigger shot.
And I’ve been miserable for weeks now because I saw it coming.
So yeah – that’s happening.
I’m starting to fully feel the effects of knowing too much. If this doesn’t happen, then the pharmaceuticals get pulled out. Then all of those stupid acronyms.
And if it works…
Well – then that just means a whole new round of torture and waiting.
So I’m not sure this means I’ll be blogging. I’m honestly not sure I want to blog through this. We’ll see.
Regardless: If I use a single acronym in any posts in the near future, may the flying spaghetti monster pelt me with week-old meatballs.