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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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I'm so sorry.
Crap. It mighten help but snap, me too. We seem to be exzact cycle buddies again.
I'm raising my wine glass, and swallowing some nerofen for both of us.
Heres to next time
Good luck
xoxo
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