Here we go.

The craziness has begun. The obsessive testing (can’t help it).

It’s hard to not just give up all hope right around this time. This is when the enthusiasm turns to doubt and despair. I just know my body is dysfunctional enough to not make a baby out of 5 eggs. I start mentally preparing myself to start my period. Round and round I go in my head. Two weeks is far too long to wait.

My back is killing me. I have a hard time without advil in my life. I don’t even take it everyday, but at a minimum a few times a week. It makes a difference when I can’t take it at all.

I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up Friday. Weekends are hell.

Blah Blah Blah. Acupuncture tomorrow, I hope that will pull me out of this funk a little, OR I could just wake up to a positive (even thought it’s too early).

Sorry guys, but here we go.

Until Next time

later