I Studied
Getting your period after trying to have a baby and then needing to tell your partner you are not pregnant, again... is like failing a test you studied your ass off for and then telling mom and dad you failed... again.
Times that by 10.
And then the one time you got a 100 and found out it didn't count towards your grade. (That's the miscarriage.)
I told him I am losing hope.
I did not intend for this to turn into a baby-making journal. It's just been my outlet while he's at work. So I guess that is what this is now.
I am having Buffalo Chicken Pizza for dinner and a pint of ice cream. My body can go fuck itself.