Tick tock

[dipp922]

Today it has been exactly 9 months since I found out about my first failed fertility treatment. It sort of really sucks. I remember being at the beach in Connecticut with Frank and his mom and I said to Frank, something like "if I'm pregnant, think how this would technically be our baby's first visit to the beach/ocean". I was SO DAMN HOPEFUL. New on my list of places I hate (the first being hospitals) is my OBGYN's office.

I'm exhausted and can't come up with any other coherent thoughts, so, goodnight.