I'm not feeling very chatty. Just pissed.
I felt everything that pointed to pregnancy. EVERYTHING! Even the freakin' brown implantation bleeding which I've never seen before, ever.
And now my stupid period appears to be here.
I was so hopeful. There were 35 million sperm! 35 million! 3x better than we've ever had.
I don't want to go back to cynical. I want to be able to stay hopeful. But right now I'm just really sad. Sad for me, and sad for Mr. P. He puts this all on himself, and I just hate that. I just hate this whole damn thing.
I recently read a quote that gave me pause. It came from the stoic text The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. One translation of the 167 AD text went: If th...
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