I don't care what they say, I hate to pee after a transfer or an IUI. I wont even mention my fear of the BM.
Not sure what to do with my head. The produce number today was grim. 12 million, instead of 85M, but great improvement in motility. I am so tired of analyzing it, but my final verdict is I would rather have one car with gas than 1000 cars on empty.
I am wearing my rose quartz crystal and just amped it up with a medal of St. Gerard (patron saint of expectant mothers). I was confirmed Catholic, but I wouldn't call myself a Catholic.
Funny how that works. I am the Catholic pagan who occasionally attends a non denominational Christian church so she can see just how poorly she fits in. Whatever it takes.