Is that in order for your readers to keep coming back for more, you have to capture them. You have to make it impossible for them to miss what’s going to happen next. It has to be entertaining, dynamic, funny, different… This blog is absolutely about showing you the lighter side of infertility, if such a thing exists.
So what happens when it’s not so funny? Is it still entertaining? I don’t think so, so I find myself more often than not finding the humour in something, even on a bad day. Well today I can’t find the humour in anything. I went to the clinic. Blood Wench was nice – told me I “looked pretty”. Fine, no blog fodder from her today. The ultrasound was the most depressing part because the tech said, “oooh, lining isn’t good.” I asked what it was and she said that it was 6mm, and it needed to be at least 7mm (I think best case scenario is a thick n’ juicy 10mm). When did I become such an under-achiever? This is just another bloody thing…now if I have any struggling embryos floating around, gasping for life, they don’t stand a chance burrowing into my weak and wilting uterus. It’s like “Tent City” in there. A pathetic and undesirable place to live.
Real funny stuff.
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5 comments:
Too soon to give up, hang in there girl .... I can't hear the fat lady singing
my lining was "too thin", too.
just sayin'
You are too tough on yourself. The bitch put you in a bad mood for no good reason. We have lots of hope and we won't let a single millimeter get in the way
L
L & L, I heart you...and anonymous...I heart you too!
I totally agree with all the previous comments - don't get negative yet (pardon the pun!) - nurse needs a personality transplant!
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