|Can I get a collective awwwww? P.S. That's Bill and Giuliana Rancic.|
Ugh, I can't really put my frustration into words except to say I finally broke down. Over dog food, nonetheless. (These are real issues, people... I'm quite particular about the food my dog children eat.) I just don't understand. I truly do not. And, if someone tells me to just relax and it will happen, I will dropkick you right in the damn face. I do think there's legitimacy to that, but then why didn't it happen before? And, I don't think I'm really stressed over it. Yes, it sucks. But, it does not consume me (most days). I'm pretty level headed and I am able to keep things in perspective. But, I - JUST - DON'T - GET - IT. Period. 'Tis life, I suppose.
So, we don't know what is next. That was number three for three IUI tries and we're 0-3. Well, more like 0-14 or something, I guess. All I know is the ride isn't over... I know the destination but the route is still TBD.
P.S. I had to go off my miracle acne medication when I pulled the goalie, and can I just say that God can be really cruel. (Okay, I'm just kidding... love you Big Man but for reals.) The acne stuff is a bit OOC. And, I know what will make it all better but I can't take it. But, I also can't get pregnant, so for the last 14+ months, I could have had beautifully clear skin. But instead, I've suffered through pubescent acne breakouts (mind you, I'm about to be 30) for naught. Aye.