#1- I'm late by two days for my .pd and I'm usually 24-25 days, like clockwork, today is day 26. This is our first cycle after VR. It's statistically impossible that we'd be pregnant. Not having my .pd and having 2 inconclusive tests (among 9 negs) is confusing. My rational side says: B- you're not pg. My heart says: please? please? can it be?
#2- took a test monday night. The control showed up as a faint purple line, and the test line showed up as a faint purple cloud. (2 lines = pg, 1 line = not), had a flutter of hope because it was so ambiguous. Took a test last night, BFN.
#3- Get on the horn with my sister last night. We don't talk much because well, her life's a mess. She's 32, in and out of rehab, 2 kids (who I have tried to get custody of) and an on again/off again meth addict husband who is currently in rehab and so manic that he's convinced he's seeing prophesies in the bible... (my poor little niece and nephew). 3 years ago she told everyone in the family she had ovarian cancer and that she was having chemo and a total hysterectomy (sounds awful but most of us didn't believe her or weren't sure what to believe due to her history of being dishonest and stealing). Flash forward to last night----- she tells me she's pg. With twins.
FML. And talk about statistically impossible miracle pregnancies.....
Because she's so manipulative she even hints at giving the twins to me and DH..... She wouldn't, nor will she let me take the kids she has, even though that would be the best thing and I would take her two. Or if she is indeed pg, all four, in a heart beat.
Don't know how to feel but have to wonder why the universe makes it so easy for some people to have babies. And why is it that those people are often the last people who should be having them?
((thoughts and prayers to my niece and nephew))