If I even thought for a second I might have been pregnant, I got schooled yesterday.
Aunt Flo showed up with a vengeance. I was crippled all day, physically. And I am mentally drained.
This was it, our last chance before we start dropping serious money on the problem (which we don't, at the moment, have).
I've gotten pregnant seven times. Seven. And I couldn't conceive once on femara.
And all around me, in blogosphere and on fb and in real life, people keep getting knocked up and having babies. I feel more left behind than ever, more alone than usual.
At least I have my (everything that isn't reproductive) health. I'll drink to that.
And then tomorrow, I'll start taking that fucking pill.