August 31st, 2011. CD1.
Had my beta this morning at 8:25am. By 9am, my uterus was all like “Hey, why does the arm get all the attention? Maybe if I bleed too, I can get some love!”
Wrong answer, uterus. I hate you. Now my arm and my pelvis ache, and I have a pimple on my forehead that has grown so large that I’m pretty sure it’s about to get its own period.
To add to the list of things that suck about this day, I found out that a friend from high school who is 33 weeks along with twins just lost one of her babies, and is being very carefully monitored to make sure the other twin stays healthy. Another friend is also having a hysterectomy tomorrow in response to a recent uterine cancer diagnosis, wrecking her chances for ever having kids. I feel just awful complaining about Aunt Flo with things like this going on in my extended social circle…
Screw you, August. Bring on September.
There’s gotta be better to be had than what we’ve got…
By the way, does anyone know how I can go about getting Midol to sponsor my blog? Seriously, I’m tired of advertising for them free of charge. Of course, if they did give me money, I’d probably turn around and spend it on fertility treatments… So from a business perspective, their investment would probably run itself into the ground.
…Maybe I can market myself to the heating pad companies… Or whoever made these divine stretchy pants. I heart stretchy pants.