If at first you don’t succeed…
try again or so the saying goes but its tough..third attempt, third failure. I think this time we were sure it worked. The lack of PMT was huge, no mood swings no nothing. Not that it can mean anything but it was different from the last 2 times so I guess we had thought maybe. I don’t know if its just cause we’re trying or what but there are pregnant women everywhere! I mean everywhere. You can’t go into a shop or a restaurtent but there’s some woman avec baby on the way. I thought it was a sign. Its probably a sign I should stop going into shops where pregnant women hang out. I wonder could we ask them to stick to specific maternity shops and not flaunt it in front of us poer eejits who have the laziest ovaries ever.
The funny thing is you think you get used to it. You joke it off. I’m a complete failure as a woman. These ovaries are too lesbian to get pregnant. And so on Yes we use humour as a defence mechanism and yes I am doing the whole zen shite of if its meant to happen it
will but its really really tough. Thankfully we have supportive friends who we can rant to or not rant to depending on our mood. Its back to the drawing board. I suppose in one case we haven’t gone twice in a row and the doc did mention a lazy ovary. There’s lazy and then there’s comatose. These ovaries want nothing to do with mr danish sperm. Pfft. And what’s even worse is I’ve been eating brocolli? So much for eating my greens. I am aware its takes more Broccolli alone to make me pregnant but I thought it might aid things. Preparing the body and all that. It would be some vegetable if it made me pregnant! I reckon I’d get a book deal from that.
