Nope, not pregnant. The test confirmed it. And I cried. A lot.
The cosmic kick in the face was my period arrived a mere 15 minutes later, after being 5 days late. It was like the universe said, "Hey lady, you just wasted a $5 pregnancy test. Ha!"
I'm trying to be positive, but I have this honest-to-God, gut-feeling that we're infertile.
Maybe it has to do with wanting something so badly and knowing you can't do a damn thing about it. Either our bodies work together, or the don't. But the worst part? We can't even see a specialist until we've had 12 months of regular, properly-timed intercourse. That seems like an eternity to be trying and not getting pregnant.
Only 25% of couples conceive in their first month, so this is not uncommon. But I am still sad. It makes me want to scream at the 16 year-olds who get pregnant by accident.
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