Let the poking commence!

And poke me they did, once to see if I spit out an egg (not an easter egg), and then again a couple weeks later to see if I had a bun baking. If you're wondering why I couldn't just take a pregnancy test it's because they needed to know before Aunt Flo came to visit so they would know whether or not to give me more clomid, or they just wanted my money. Anyway, this was not something that bothered me as I have a fairly high pain tolerance; at least I thought I did. Little did I know that some phlebotomists don't actually know how to "phlebtomise". Shocking I know!

So, Bleeding profusely from wounds in both arms it was now time to just sit and chew my finger nails. Would this be my life changing moment? Would this be the day that I could loudly proclaim "I will never be the same"? I waited a day and then another day before my impatience finally got the best of me and I called the Doctor's office, five times. Okay, so as soon as I heard that "no" a massive leak sprung up in both of my eyes. How mortifying to be leaking, and at work no less. Naturally I didn't believe the nurse and had to run right over to the store for a test of my very own. Well, of course that was 5 bucks down the toilet along with the remains of my strung out heart and soggy tissue.

I quickly gathered up my emotions and stuffed them in my desk drawer along with all the work I never bother to take out. I squared my shoulders and proudly marched to the pharmacy for my next bottle of potentially life changing drugs. I could do it again; you can't expect it to happen on the very first try anyway, at least not with my shy eggs. This time I would do it right and I would do it my way, not the Doctor's way.

Obviously I'm excellent at giving myself pep talks, right? Never mind the fact that as soon as I walked away from my desk my emotions suddenly materialized right in front of me like they were attached with an invisible string. My coworkers may have been concerned when they seen me stumble, red faced and blubbering from the room. I wouldn't know because I was back to berating myself for being a horrid failure of a woman.