Another One Bites the Dust

It's like... 17 (16?) dpo. Still no bleeding. Lots of very negative expensive actually bought at a drugstore instead of on ebay pregnancy tests. So I probably should call Dr. Steingold and ask for the crazy pills to start the bleeding. But I'm on vacation (thus the lack of obsessive updates) so maybe we'll just go with the no bleeding for now. I don't think my family would let me live it down if I had a "I just want you to love me!" episode in front of them. ;)

I actually don't think I've told you that story. It was before I avidly blogged about my uterus. I didn't have a period for 3 months around the time we bought our house. So I had to take progesterone for 10 days to wake my uterus up. Those pills made me c.r.a.z.y. I'm not usually a PMS-sy lady. But oh. my. god.
One night I was VERY ANGRY with Rob for something that wasn't even a big deal in real life. I was sobbing. Rob was about to give up on repairing my sanity and just wanted to go to sleep. He finally asked,
"Ok, Sarah. What would make you feel better?"
and I replied (sobbing), "I just want you to love me!"
Rob (trying not to laugh at me), "ohhkayy..."
That just made me angrier.

I woke up the next morning with a sinking feeling and whispered, "Rob... I'm sorry. I have no idea what was wrong with me." He, fortunately, just continued laughing at me.

So anyways, no babies this month. Maybe femara will be our magic pill. Maybe we're destined to just be very good Aunts and Uncles. Either way, whatever. I'm over it. For today.