As I get closer and closer to AF being due for her visit, I must admit that Hope lurks around every corner even though there should be no hope this month. Phoebe was in the hospital when I was ovulating this month, and we no where came close to doing the deed until several days after we were all home. Of course, the brain has to think "Wouldn't it be so nice to accidentally get pregnant now that we had our consult with the doctor to begin our third try?" "Wouldn't it be so nice to cancel the running of all those annoying tests and laproscopic surgery I'm going to need before we start Follistim injections again????" I'm due at least by next Wednesday and it usually shows up a few days early, so I'll know soon.
I've been pretty depressed lately. Monday I hit my all time low, which coincidentally was also my dad's birthday. Needless to say I'm sure I'm on his not favorite child list as I forgot to call him I was so depressed. This whole two mortgage thing with no contract in site is really frustrating. Especially when lots of other houses on our block are selling. Our house is really very lovely, just no pool. It has a really flat backyard perfect for putting a pool in though. Anyway, on Monday, Mom called to make sure I didn't forget to call Dad and tell me she read my blog over the weekend and sent me an email about it. Sorry, Mom, I still have yet to check my emails to see what you had to say. Mom told me I needed to bury a statue of St. Joseph in the yard to get it to sell quicker. Wish I knew that sooner. I was going to wait for her to mail me hers, but yesterday I got really mad at myself and wanted to do something to improve my situation, so I found the nea
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