Wherein I was almost two weeks late, and nauseated all day long, I felt a certain comfortability in being able to daydream.
I even felt able to believe that the "Error Proof Test" had, in fact, made an error.
Until I found out that it had not.
And I began my campaign of healing. Which consists of the following:
Playing Plunder for a long time
Listening to "I don't want your Freedom" by Wham! all day
Eating Easter Candy
Reading a funny, funny book: The Spellman Files, by Lisa Lutz.
Watching Passions. (Lesson of the week? "Kay, it is not adultery if you married the wrong person in the first place.")
How else do you cure a broken heart?
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
A time of grieving
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Dastew's wife says, You pretty much hit the nail on the head as to why I am done with clomid. Not worth the emotional damage.
I think that is really the hardest part. I went for three, maybe four years never ever ever expecting to get pregnant. Then one month of hope is enough to knock me flat.
A real pepsi, instead of diet.
And I'm sorry....
I am also very sorry.
You also hit the nail on the head with why I am pretty sure I can't do the pregnancy thing again. As long as I go through life knowing that I CAN"T be pregnant, I am not bad. The second there is a CHANCE.... I am undone.
BTW... that was the best label EVER.
Frickety Frack.
ARGH. I am so sorry.
I've been trying to think of something to say to help...but all I can say is sorry. ...and I had no idea what plunder was... I spent far too much time planted in front of it and giving it the bird when they took my ships. Curse you for introducing me to that time suck. ;-) HUGS.
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