Like the end of so many vampire novels, the result of today’s blood draw has left me with nothing but an empty feeling and dark circles under my eyes.
I wish I could at least get a sparkly boyfriend outta the deal.
Shit. Or even a cookie.
Time to commence with the eating of the feelings. I think I will start with the cookies and sadness…
*Le Sigh*
…Maybe October will be my month.
I’m so sorry. 😦 Infertility sucks. Eat up, hopefully the cookies will ease the pain. And if not move on to a bottle of wine. October has to be our month right?!?
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I mean, it has to be. Otherwise, there may not be enough wine left for the both of us, lol.
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I’m so sorry. 😦
Screw the cookies. Have a shot of Vodka.
*hugs*
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Mmm… potato-based liquors are totally my style, but I have to work early tomorrow.
All bets are off for tomorrow night, however. 😉
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There’s nothing I can say to make it better, but I really am sorry 😦 If I could bake a huge batch of the chocolatiest cookies ever and send them to you, I would (you can’t drink all that vodka and wine on an empty stomach, right?). Take care of yourself.
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Game is over for me this month too. At least that’s what the bitch of a pregnancy test told me. 33 rounds of defeat so far for me and I am so ready to throw in the towel for good. To bad I gave up drinking to try and win this game. 😦 In other words, I totally feel your pain.
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