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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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- Slap me, please.
- Last night I had the strangest dream...
- What IF...
- Volunteering ~ it does a body good.
- I'm going.
- Tough Decision.
- IUI, better sperm, and cute doctor
- Just a good day.
- Day Eleven
- I'm still here...
- And the weiner is...
- New Plan
- Femara. Fuck.
- He's on the shit list.
- Vital signs
- CD1
- And God saw that it was good.
- I knew, but I'm still crushed.
- Is there a bitch in the house?
- Once again...
- sigh.
- Still nothing.
- To pee or not to pee?
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1 comment:
Oh, sweetie--I'm sorry. May this be a better cycle.
I loved Trembling Before G-d. And you're right--someone needs to make a good movie like that that has commercial success and a wide-viewing audience. My husband is a film festival director so he's always mentioning whenever he sees a film about infertility. He came back from Berlin one year with a film about adoption. But the few films that contain infertility are more of the sensational variety rather than the eye-opening-for-the-audience variety. I want one that speaks to the emotions at the core of the experience rather than one that talks about women who have conceived quadruplets.
Feh. :-)
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