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Halloween is another one of those holidays that infertiles just love. And by “love” I mean “want to crawl back into bed and watch re-runs of non-Halloween themed shows.” It can be hard to watch little kids get dressed up (especially babies) when you want to be in on the fun and seem to keep missing the invite.
Thankfully, I have friends coming over to help me pass out candy. The Mister will be at work, so it would have just been me and Brooklyn. Honestly, I think I’m at a place where I would have been fine alone, but it helps not having to focus on it.
I go back to the doctor on Friday. Hopefully everything is healed and we can move forward. At least I’d know how to plan my life accordingly. Plus, it irritates me to no end to have to take this estrogen (and by take I mean “shove it up my vagina”) when I’m not in an actual cycle. I think I resent it because I missed it twice this weekend and when I realized I wasn’t feeling guilty like I normally do when I miss a pill. I kind of felt a weird sense of defiance.
It’d be nice not to have to feel so damn defiant one day.
Until I get to dress up a kid of my own, at least my dog plays along with me needing to be a mom.
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