Wordless Wednesday: it must be CD1

and it's only Tuesday...

Sometimes you get a break in the game called Hell Life.

Last weekend and Monday were a bummer to say the least.

1. Friends get-together (and I use the word friends lightly) that is packed full of little kids...who's parents don't watch them...at a lake...which leads to me being depressed and having mild panic attacks at the same time. 
2. Follow that by a family get together where AJ's cousin is about to pop...oh did I mention she cries every day because she is having a boy not a girl...FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST BE HAPPY YOU CAN HAVE A BABY YOU STUPID B*!CH. (I feel a bit better now). 
3. Add to all this the fact that my science class on Monday was filled with discussion about evolution...he just kept talking about survival of the fittest..."those that can reproduce will be the most successful and continue on". I almost started crying in class. 

Then Monday night AJ calls and says we are going to dinner. OK no biggie, he does that sometimes. The kicker was he told me we were going to the nicest place in town...we're talking big bucks...
AJ got promoted, and with that came a LARGE raise.
Large...Huge...Ginormous even (please channel your inner pink lion...and exit stage left).

We get to move into a bigger house...a better area.
It doesn't matter if I get a "real job"...I can work for me, do what I want to do, work from home.
and best of all, we can afford all the shit crap that comes with infertility.

There's more.
I know right? how can there be more?

I just found out tonight that instead of the 4 semesters I thought I was going to have to take to finish school (did you get that? confusing enough for you?) well I only have 2 more...5classes to take after this semester. Holy Crap I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Even better, my school changed the way things are done and I now get to take Photography2 and Graphic design or Computer Animation...I can't decide which other one to take.


and it's only Tuesday.
Which has me frightened for the rest of the week.

Wordless Wednesday

That's where I've been for a while...pretend land. If you didn't know pretend land borders the land of breakdown. I can feel myself walking on the border and I'm about to go over.

two weeks is a long time

But I don't need to tell you guys that...we are all masters of the 2ww.
This is a different two weeks though. These last two weeks I have been sitting here stubbornly patiently waiting for the Dr.s office to call back and let me in on the progesterone test I took on 7-27.
I have high hopes (please read with heavy sarcasm) that they will still call to fill me in on their own, but lets get real here...I'm the one that is going to have to call.
I'm sorry but this is bull shit.

On another note, I got my craft room together in the past few weeks! It's not decorated yet, but it's totally functional. So I'm at least occupied while I'm waiting for the stupid office to let me know what the heck is going on with my body.

totally not fair

 

If anyone is making babies in my house it should be me.

But isn't he cute?!? There are two of them in there, I'm thinking the other one is in there sleeping...AJ is convinced that it's dead.

Little baby sparrows: please grow up faster and get the hell out of my front door. You may be cute but you poop everywhere and your mom and dad like to swoop at me all the time.  Sincerely Kat.