I never thought I would say this, but today I was really happy when my lady days finally arrived. IVF failed at the beginning of January... I haven't been a normal female since. It was worrisome. My mind was running wild...
What if I used all of my eggs despite that great pre-IVF eggs reserve report?
What if the fibroids are back?
What if...they are back...and they are...cancerous?!
What if I have to have a hysterectomy next week because the cancer is so bad?
What if I lose all my hair (yes, I'm that vain)? And it spreads throughout my body? And I die within a year? And Mr. Thompson buries me in Utah despite my wishes? Or somebody doesn't move Colton like they are supposed to?...
You catch my drift. I was worried because although I've been irregular my whole stinkin' entire life (even when I was 18 years old and 115 lbs, thank you PCOS), I've never been this irregular.
But as of today, it's behind me. And guess what? There are no fibroids, I don't have cancer and I won't be losing my hair except by choice.
And that's that.
On a brighter note, my mister is pretty amazing. He is the only man that I know who can pull $10,000 from a secret retirement "rainy day" account to pay off a mistake. This was after I emptied the known accounts on four flippin' (failed) IVF cycles.
So all things considered I do, hereby, solemnly promise to never again complain about Mr. Thompson's miser/thrifty ways.
Signed and dated - I promise. I'll start writing things in the checkbook, will stop sneaking things on i.Tunes and will quit complaining when he goes shopping to Cost.co without me in an effort to save $200.
...And with that we are now officially broke. Debt-free but broke.
And that's that.
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