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Yesterday was 14dpiui and I started spotting towards the end of the day. It was hardly anything. And so I had hopes that maybe it was just spotting. This morning, I woke up early with high hopes and walked into the bathroom with a pregnancy test as I would have officially been a day late, only to find that my AF had visited overnight and it was all over. Again.
I just got done crying my eyes out. It’s not so much the fact that it’s been 18 months now and I’m still not pregnant. It’s not so much that everyone else around me is pregnant or has children. It’s just that I want my life back. I want my body back. I want to have control again, or at least feel like I have some level of control over my life again. And I want to know what the FUCK is wrong with me that I can’t get pregnant even when they inject my fucking uterus with 100MM A team sperm. My husband says, it’s ok. He says third time’s the charm. But I think it’s bullshit. If it doesn’t work twice and all the other times we’ve done it naturally, I don’t see how it’s going to work the third time either. Yeah, that’s negative I know. But that’s just how it feels right now.
I’ve been having some chest pains lately. I don’t know if it’s heartburn or anxiety but I’ve been having them on and off since I started taking Femara. I’ve finally made an appt with my General Practitioner to get it checked out. It would be unfortunate if I had a heart attack and died in the process of trying to get pregnant.
I feel terribly depressed today.
Update: I also got rejected from a job today. Barren and unemployable. Ugh.
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