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Quick update from my RE appointment from Monday: results…inconclusive. They saw 2 follies on my left ovary (I guess my right one is on sabbatical right now). Follie #1: 13mm. Follie #2: 14 mm. So, not ready to pop yet. The very (and I can only discern this by her behavior with me) categorically unhappy U/S tech couldn’t tell me if one of these ‘follies’ was actually my old friend, BetterBe (my cyst), but at least things didn’t look cycle-cancel-worthy. I have to go back tomorrow because they like money at my RE’s office, and I guess I just didn’t pay enough today. We’ll see if my follies pop up to appropriate size by then or if they will need MORE money from me on Weds.
Anyhoo…
Sometimes I get sick of hearing myself complain about infertility. I mean, there’s so many other perfectly good things to complain about, do I have to set such narrow self-imposed limits? So, today I’m going to complain about something that has absolutely nothing to do with OPKs, follicles, octo-moms, and the like. Here goes…
Facebook!
Before you get all offended, it’s not the people who USE Facebook that annoy me, it’s just Facebook itself. OK, that’s not entirely true, it’s actually obscure people from my past who use Facebook too that annoy me. I’m currently in Facebook hiding, you see, after naively starting an account in January per the continued pummeling requests of my friends. So I joined and uploaded some token pictures and the like, filled out my profile including my former high school, college, and masters program (idiot). And then prepared myself for a few nice-nicey convos with long-lost friends. Oh sure, I had a few of these reunions, but mostly, people I never really knew, didn’t really like, and couldn’t even remember started sending me requests to be friends (if you’re on my blog and you know my Facebook name, you don’t count as one of these people). So, what do you do? Do you ignore them? Totally go doormat and let everyone be your friend? Aaaaack! I find myself actually caring about the feelings of people who I never even remembered or thought about in the past 15 + years! Who needs the stress of Facebook? If you need to tell me something, you either know me enough to call me, e-mail me, private message me, or blog comment me.
I know, I know…I’m a terribly mean-spirited person who will probably die a lonely sole. But at least I won’t have to waste HOURS of my life filling out every dumb little survey that someone I sat next to in Geometry sent me about how my personality can be defined by my underwear or whatnot.
Plus, I hate seeing all the people I DIDN’T like in high school with these big beautiful and growing families. I know I just broke my ‘besides infertility’ rule. Rats. Ah well, that just proves my theory that infertility is like a bad smell that leaks into every part of your life. The IF Stench: not even the most odiferous perfume or powerful solvent can cut through the smell.
It always stinks.
What annoys YOU besides infertility?
