Well, I'm pretty confident that try #14 was a failure. Took my temperature the last two days and it's way low. No sign of my dear "friend" yet, but she's on her way. I'm just so tired of doing this. I'm tired of getting my hopes up again and trying so hard and waiting anxiously and then just being disappointed all over again. It makes me hate people who can do this naturally when I can't even do it with extra help.
I think the worst part about this month is that it officially means that Dathan and Natalie were inadvertantly right...there will only be one grandchild next Christmas. And that's just killing me right now. Totally killing me.
When we started this whole idea last February, I never thought I'd be sitting here, 14 months later, hating my life and wishing we had never started this whole mess. Oh and did I mention that try #15 is our last chance at any remote "normalcy". Then my baby has to come from a turkey baster. Very nice.
If I've upset anyone, I can't honestly say I'm sorry, this is just how I feel. And please don't try to leave any words of encouragement, right about now they'd make me vomit.
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