1 hour ago
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I heard she was in town. I knew she'd stop by sooner or later. That no-good bitch Aunt Flo. She'll be here any day now. Like anyone who has been trying too damn long to have a baby, I have a habit of looking at every piece of toilet paper I use. Only someone this practiced at BFNs would have noticed the faint pink tinge on the paper. I wish I could post some good news for once- nobody likes a downer. It's hard not to be depressed after 2 failed IVF cycles, and 12 total BFNs. I am crushed.