Sunday, March 17, 2013
Okay, so I said I wouldn't talk about it but here I am. I'm talking about it. I thought I was pregnant. I had a few signs and others said they thought I was, namely one of my bosses and my future mother in law, and so I go and waste the money on a couple of First Response pregnancy tests. I take one this morning and it of course comes back negative. I swear I'm going to stop thinking I'm pregnant permanently because I am so BEYOND sick and tired of my body giving me signs and it not happening. I want nothing more than to be a mother but it's probably never going to happen between the PCOS, endometriosis, and my blood condition. I need to accept that. But I don't want to. I want someone to call me mommy. I do. And to add insult to injury to a negative test, I'm already spotting and starting my next monthly. ALREADY! I'm just sick of it. I really hate my body sometimes. I really do. It betrays me far too often.