See Also: Poor Poor Pitiful Me.
Y’all, I am on cycle day 38. Ri-dick-u-less. Last night, I totally broke down – this is like period constipation. Thankfully, K totally humored me.
I’m not sure where he got the skills to deal with such an emotional me. We spent the afternoon with his grandparents watching football — and although I know this fertility problem is not mine alone, I feel so responsible. I want to give this man a family so much, as much as I know he wants to give me one. I am so incredibly thankful he’s by my side, making me laugh and lifting my spirit.
So, now we wait. This is only one of the many many things I cannot control. This is only one of the many many things I cannot control. This is only one of the many many things I cannot control. Maybe if I say it enough I’ll start to live it.