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Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.
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- Things BFN stands for...
- Well, that's one horoscope down.
- So... what do you think?
- So you know...
- Finally!
- Sigh...
- 1 dpo and a new worry
- It was just a dream...
- The morning after
- Scared, wired, optimistic.
- And they're off...
- Snappy answers to stupid questions
- cycle monitoring, day 7
- On serenity, acceptance, and perspective
- It begins...
- Day One
- and the chart tells a different story...
- The cliffs of insanity!
- Oh, come on.
- I (heart) my puffers
- I'm so sick.
- The RE hath spoken.
- T minus 15 hours...
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1 comment:
Aw sweetie...not sure what to say other than 'ignorance sometimes is bliss...as soon as i hooked up with the fab dr g, i stopped all temping and cervical mucus checking...if they say you ovulated, you ovulated! the progesterone will do it's thing and there is every chance in the world that a little swimmer and a little egg are getting in on...now step away from the bbt thermometer and go eat some ice cream!!
(or call the nurse at your re's office and run it by him/her!)
peace
shlomit
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