My cycle ran late this month, giving me four days of agony in which I was partially convinced that there was a baby in there. No such luck this time, ladies and gents. So, rather than baking (and consuming an entire pan of brownies), here’s what I did.
This stupid photo won’t rotate, so I’ll explain.
I bought new nailpolish to make me feel pretty and less like junk. I bought Mike and Ikes, because they came to a grand total of $.97, and then, the motherlode. Peanut butter and pretzel Dairy Milk bar. Oh, so good. So good in fact, that not a single square got saved for my husband. Whoops!
So now I’m here on CD7, waiting for results from hubby’s testing, and just hanging out until we can start trying again this month. We’ll see what happens. Next step, reproductive endocrinologist for some monitoring, medication and the like. And MUCH more chocolate, I’m presuming.