I don’t mean to be depressing or however you want to put it, but I have had a rather bad week. I know this shouldn’t bother me anymore, but I won’t lie…it does. Usually I can handle finding out when one of my friends are pregnant. However, in the span of a week I’ve found out about 8 pregnancies. EIGHT. Talk about a blow to the uterus. Yes, I’m happy for all of them, but this was a little much.
I start my 4th round of Clomid here in a few days. The dr upped my dose, so maybe this will help. We’ve decided on two more rounds of Clomid (including the one I’m about to start) and if those don’t work I’ll have to go to the fertility clinic downtown and begin fertility treatments via injections. Michael will have that ever so lovely job of jabbing me with needles in hope of pregnancy.
I think at this point it would be safe to buy stock in fertility meds, ovulation predictor kits, and pregnancy tests with all I’m having to go through! LOL!
Well, that’s the most exciting thing that’s going on around here lately. I’m just gonna keep truckin along and try to keep my head up. I know that everything happen for a reason, and blah blah blah….but sometimes that stuff get’s old to hear about.
Thank you for all of your prayer and support! Ya’ll are amaing, and God is even more amazing 
