Gggggrrrrrrrrraaaaaannnnnngggggghhhhhrrrrrrraaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
At Mel famous-for-fuck-all-dull-and-talentless B.
Of course, Mel sweetie. My mistake in the last four fucking years has been not really wanting a baby enough.
I mean yes I've been through blood tests, more encouters with dildo-scan than I can count, pills that make me crazy, injections, lying in stirrups in front of half a dozen people, a big old needle up my fanny collecting eggs and endless, endless miserable disappointment and failure.
But clearly I never really wanted it like you and your darling hubby (number what now?) because if I had the baby magic would've worked for me too.
I'm supposed to be working (admin day, don't worry, I'm not neglecting the sick and dyng to post this rant) but I'm filled with such rage by that I don't think I can concentrate.
I seriously considered commenting on her blog about how insensitive it was.
Aaaaand breath.
Jars sorry about the period. Bugger.
Impatientwino (that's long. May I jusy call you wino?) google with caution. There's a lot of good information and support, but there's also a lot of bad misinformation and sites trying to sell you stuff and exploit your desperation.
Man, I'm moody this morning. Maybe the start of the progesto-rage, which would at least mean I did ovulate.
Jewels training was going ok, but I fear the cold may make this a less than perfect week. At the moment I'm on the first stage of training - to get up to 10k. Proper training starts in the summer...