After 26 subq injections (shots that go into the fat of my belly), 5 vaginal sonograms (assaults with a wand that I would rather not explain), 7 blood draws (at least the technician had skills) and numerous days of taking my birth control pills at exactly 7pm (I tend to be a little anal), Marge calls to tell me I have failed. I am very disappointed but I have decided not to blame myself but to blame Marge. Now I guess I will have to wait until the end of August or beginning of September to start again because the clinic is overrun with infertile people trying to get pregnant next month. Its hard being infertile.
I am pretty sure that my sister wants me to do this not because I am the only one dumb enough to shoot myself millions of times to have a baby for someone else, but because she knows how impatient I am and wants to share some of the torture she has been through with some else. I am definitely getting to name this baby.
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