So today is not only Father's Day, but it is also my 11 month anniversary of trying to make a cub. Hmmm...how about that? Luckily, I did not know the date until about an hour ago so my day was relatively decent considering the holiday. Tomorrow, I will go to my RE's office before work to take a blood test, pay twenty dollars to confirm that I am in fact not pregnant (duh), and get a prescription for Provera. And then on to cycle seven and 150 mg of Clomid. I have one confirmed ovulation since I started trying to conceive and two likely ovulations from early on before I started temping. I last ovulated in late March on a sixty five day cycle.
With my 1 year anniversary lurking just around the corner, I would just like to say to it:
I see you out there and when you get here, I'm going to punch you in your stupid face. Seriously, I'm going to beat the crap out of you. And I'm probably going to be drunk when I do it, so I'm going to have all sorts of drunken adrenaline. I'm going to be like a ninja. So watch out.
With the school year busily winding down and preparing to start my Master's program later this month, I haven't paid much attention to the date. A few days ago, it hit me that Father's Day was in fact this weekend. And all I could think was, I wasn't able to make my husband a father.
3 comments:
I am pretty new to this blogsphere but I concur with your feelings about Father's Day. I had the same feeling a few weeks ago, my husband wanted to be a father by his 30th birthday and I felt like I had failed him.
Best wishes for graduate school, I've traveled that journey all ready. The best advice I can give, take things one day at a time.
Holidays can be so hard, especially when we envision ourselves in such different situations. *hugs*
I will hold it down for you so you can get a few good hits in!!
Sound like a plan?!?!
HUGS!!
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