You know, I shared so much earlier in such a humour fashion even for me. And now, the mundane day to day life of being infertile just sort of takes over.
Until today.
Aunt FLO the real thing showed for the 1st time on her own accord since my miscarriage of justice.
I don't know when that was really without looking. Isn't that awful. It seems like eons ago but also like yesterday too.
Just what else...I am depressed..Yup...This is what happens. I take the drugs and they take the edge off. Yes they did.
It worked. YES IT DID! I must have dreampt this up just to hurt myself right? Because the wounds are still here. I ignore them better now, but they are still here.
I am exhausted beyond belief. The job I wanted badly in AK is gone now. That is ok, but we are still here.
I feel like I am in LIMBO waiting for something new to happen. So what happens, AUNT FUCKING FLO shows up to remind me that I am infertile. NO BABBY IN THERE moron.
Sigh
Fluck....
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