Awww, damn it to hell. That is all I have to say right now. Yesterday I was sick to my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it was the cart load of vitamins I take every day or perhaps early signs of pregnancy. I was hoping for the latter since that is why I take the cart load of vitamins in the first place. This morning I woke up feeling just as poor. I tried to go for my morning walk, but had to stop because I was gagging. A little bit of excitement crept in, so I took a pregnancy test. Of course, it came back negative. And, of course, several minutes later I got my period.
Here is what I have learned this past year. First, taking a pregnancy test is the most efficient way for me to bring on my period. Second, those damn vitamins don’t do anything but make me sick. Third, I am never going to have another baby without fertility treatments.
I ran across an article this morning that was posted on ABC news that said that 90% of a woman’s eggs are gone by the time they are 30. I must only have three or four old decrepit eggs left. They hobble around with the help of a walker, taking breaks to re-apply vapo-rub. By the time they get to the promise land, late and worn out, those saucy ladies are swatting off suitors with their big empty purses, calling for the police. At this point, I am not even sure if they would take the help from fertility specialists. These ole’ girls, both me and my eggs, are getting cranky.
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