Yuck. The unwanted visitor is on its way, bang on time on 17dpo. I'm nothing if not consistant. We're looking at round eight of clomid. Is it my imagination, or do these pills taste more and more bitter as the months pass?
I think I'm going to have a date with a hot water bottle, a shed load of chocolate and a trashy mag or two tonight.
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Oh Im so sorry. Yum chocolate.
Sorry to hear that.
Be careful with the trashy mags they always include some wayward teenage celebrity who is knocked up.
Shit.
Sorry if it is.
I'm thinking about booze. Copious amounts of booze. Why the hell not. I'm not pregnant. GRRRR!
Stupid Flo.
Stupid infertility.
STUPID STUPID STUPID!
Gah.
(((hugs)))
Oh shit!
Cocktails sound great just about now- want to join Sarah and I? I'm at cycle day 1 again after only 10 dpo- early....
We're all one cycle closer to our dreams, or that is the way I need to look at it.
Unfortunately booze is off the agenda at the moment because I am on antibiotics which apparantly mixed with alcohol make you very ill indeed. So stuck with chocolate as drug of choice.
:(
That last comment was from me, although I'm sure my hubby feels the same.
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