No Idea What to Title This...

...oh, I guess I could go with "More Disappointment and Stuff."

We weren't going to try again until March, but I got my period semi-naturally (explaining semi-naturally will take too much time and it's not interesting), so we decided to go with "the flow."

And "the flow" is what we've ended up with (ba dum dum).

Anyway, it was kind of a hell month. My meds had to be jacked way up -- which, in turn, jacked up the cost of my meds. That, in combination with the fact that I got the news that about one billion more of my friends and family are pregnant.

Really, shitty month.

In my mind, I'm really happy for my friends and family. But emotionally...jealous, hateful, more hateful.

So, my nurse just called me to tell me that I'm not pregnant. Now I have to drive back into my doctor's office (second time today) so I can arrange my next treatment...but really, I don't really want to go into my doctor's office today...and considering there is no urgency...I just called my doctor's office and cancelled.

Unless my body goes crazy and tries to be all semi-natural again, we're not trying for a while. I need a break. Man, I'm going to have a big caffeinated drink -- with possibly some rum -- for dinner...and goat cheese and brie. Maybe a crack rock.

In the meantime, could someone please send a memo to all the assholes who keep asking if and when we're going to be/try to get pregnant? Please ask them to stop bugging me. I'm really open with the fact that I'm a fertility patient. It's insensitive and rude to ask me.

I should have used the "well I had a baby, but it died last week" retort when I could. Christ...I really hate people.