Kissing the stress (and the dream) goodbye

So, about 6 weeks ago, I started my first cycle on Clomid.

In case you're unaware, Clomid is a medication that induces ovulation in women who do not ovulate consistently on their own (like me).  It does this by (literally) screwing with your brain chemistry and tricking your body into pumping your hormone production into overdrive.  So...yeah.  It takes a women already struggling with the emotional turmoil of infertility, and ramps up her hormone levels.  Hijinks ensue.

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Link Round-Up: Attack on Yuppies Edition

In lieu of your regularly-scheduled blogging, I'm providing some links to places on the web where I've been wasting time lately.  Today's theme is what the the title suggests; all the following links tie in to the permeating cluelessness of the bourgeoisie.

And, as always, 8PP is in no way affiliated with the following sites, and therefore does not endorse 100% of their content.

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And now a break from the hiatus...

Sorry for the lack of blogginess lately.  There have been a series of personal crises in my life in the past week or so, and the resulting stress (combined with a nasty lingering head cold for my little one and I) have put posting on the backburner.  Probably won't be writing much for a while until some of the issues are resolved, but I can give you a couple of brief updates on what's going on.

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"Young lady, are you lost? This is the fertility clinic. Planned Parenthood is across the street."

When I was last at my OBGYN's office, I informed my doctor (specialist/surgeon/only person I trust with a knife in my insides) of mine and my husband's intentions to start trying for another baby.  He told me, "If you're not knocked up in 6 months, come back and see us."  (Yeah, my old doctor was pretty casual.)

Well, here we are, 6 months, hundreds of temperature readings, pills taken, and dozens of sticks peed on later and, big surprise, I'm not pregnant.

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