Day 29 and no AF in sight. Major migraine, though, so off to Rite Aid I went for a HPT since my migraine meds cause birth defects. Big. Fat. NEGATIVE. $12.99 down the drain along with my dwindling faith that there is a just balance in the universe.
Last month's cycle was 23 days. This month's is 29 days and counting. Yes, I know, I'm fully aware of the fact that stress has a big impact on a woman's body. Well, I've been a whirling dervish of stress and anxiety since I slipped out of my mother's birth canal all those years ago so that theory doesn't hold a lot of weight with me right now. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking. Fuck. Oh well, I guess I'm cleared to take an Imitrex and wash it down with a margarita if I so choose. See, there I go, looking on the bright side again. That's me, a regular Polly fucking Anna. I should write a self-help book, get Oprah to pimp it out for me and then make millions so I can buy a baby. That's probably the only way I'm getting one at the rate I'm going. Goddamn 35 year old defective uterus. If only it came with an extended warranty.
1 comment:
Aww Christy, I'm so sorry it's still not happening for you.
After 2 years of trying we gave up and bought a dog - damn if less than a month later I wasn't pregnant! Not saying you want a furball in your house but it is very true that letting it go and relieving the stress helps aid conception. Daily sex doesn't hurt either :) Plus it's a good stress relief.
**Just found your blog BTW, love reading your stuff - and Jack's quite a skillful builder.
Miss you!
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