Even a bountiful basketful of eggs doesn't help me get pregnant. I took a test just over an hour ago. Only one friggin' pink line. You can't help but think cosmic forces are conspiring against you when you watch that magical pee make its' little journey across the stick.
I actually left work at lunch today feeling strangely nauseus. Making Don's lunch this morning made me gag. Some guy's oily hair on the streetcar was too much for me to bear. On top of that, I felt like I'd been hit by a MAC truck. So can you blame me for being hopeful on my way to drugstore?
Oh well. I'm practically immune to disappointment now. At least on that front.
Time to switch gears. Adoption, here we come.
