Saturday, November 27, 2010

I realized something tonight that feels really pathetic.  My absolute highest hope for the next month is that my next proof of failure comes on Christmas.  I have got no hope at all that I'll have anything other than failure, so the best that I can hope for is that my proof of failure (maybe I should start abbreviating that POF instead of one of the more common abbreviations) comes early enough that it doesn't completely mess with my trip to Atlanta.


  1. I just hope this means you haven't completely lost hope altogether. I admit that I haven't even tried to get pregnant for the first time yet, so I don't know what you're going through. But I still hope that you WILL be a mother, and soon!


  2. I haven't lost hope of ever becoming a mother. However, I have lost hope of it happening without intervention, which means that I have no hope of it happening before I switch insurance and can have diagnostics done to find out what the hell is wrong.

  3. I had this happen to me two years ago. At the time it was devastating, but well, diagnostics and intervention did it for us too. So I understand you thinking like that. Hang in there.