I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I am just so blah. I have no desire to do much of anything, even the things I need to do! I haven’t been posting because I don’t have anything to say. We did battle the stomach flu this past weekend. Hurrah! That makes 5 times that Chase has had a stomach bug in the past year. 5. times. I don’t think I’ve had it 5 times my whole life!
This week also marked another failed cycle of Clo*mid. My dr. says I am ovulating, so it should be a matter of time, but it is SO HARD! 15 months is a long time. (and please don’t berate me for whining about my 15 months when you’ve been trying for many years. I know it’s hard, no matter how long, but this is my journal…m’kay?) I am exhausted. I live in two week increments…counting days. Watching for signs, wishing for signs. I am just so sad.
Last night was particulary hard for me (read: depressing), and then I wake up this morning, get to the babysitters (late) only to be told that she has been trying to call me because she now has a stomach bug. Great. I have nowhere to take Chase because I’m about to be late for work, so I just bring him with me. I called my mom to come pick him up for me, so it ended up ok, but oh so very frustrating.
Well, isn’t this a holly jolly Thursday for you! Then ramblings of a whiney butt.




