Postcard from my Ovaries

The reason I am afraid to do tests:
I am secure with going to sleep believing I have PCOS, hyperthyroidism, and endometriosis. But I cannot handle anymore for now. I like my ovaries and i to have a one way form of communication;
me "do some f*ing working in there before i shove a high pressure hose up there and get rid of you little f*ers. Thanks, now make pretty babies and i will keep you around for awhile. Make eggs who will accept Gee's handsome little sperm"

Ovaries-

They should listen. Not talk. More tests will make them talk. I like not knowing, i can still have hope. Unless i get a postcard. My biggest fear is this:

Dear Landlady,

You do not deserve children. We are empty and hate you. We hope you never have a child to hold in your own damn arms. You do not deserve it. So f* off lady. We ain't payin no rent and we ain't givin you no f*in baby. So back the f* off hoe.

Love,
Your Stupid F*ing Ovaries.


Yes, i know, Lisa (left) And Rita (right) have a dirty mouth.
I just wish i could get them to cooperate without having to know that they aren't.
Maybe next month will be better.



Now for an update.

I have not ovulated. I had periods for the last 2 months on Clomid 50 mg, so that means i did then. I am on day 16 and i have not ovulated. DAY 16 PEOPLE! MY TEST SAYS ITS NOT COMING SOON EITHER!
Called wonderfully blissful OBGYN's office and explained entire situation to always upbeat Leslie. She said she will inform Wonderfully blissful OBGYN when she returns from vacation next week. Vacation spent with her 3 year old. HELLLLLOOOOO call her and interupt, im tryin to get my own 3 year old out here!

No, im fine. I love my OBGYN i just have no patience. I mean this is the doctor who for a year, almost 2 has been trying to make me realize that i do not have the option of waiting to have kids.
Who i fear will probably just tell me to go see an RE because Clomid may not be enough and as an OBGYN she probably wont do anything else for me. (fingers crossed that i dont have to see an RE as insurance wont cover any part of it at all) I just want 1000000000mg of Clomid, a big old catheter of cleansed sperm and a day at the zoo with my mommy friends.

Yes, all of my friends have kids, and yes, i am dealing with it. I love their kids. I honestly think that i love their kids more than i love myself. So therefore i plan to kidnap them all and run away together.

Kidding kinda


Oh and im too lazy to capitalize my i's so live with it. I do the first letter of a sentence, names, pronouns and sometimes nO reaSon.

Looooooove Bobi