Yeah. The water main was not fixed properly, so it started leaking again. We spent most of last weekend without water while that got resolved (hopefully for the LAST TIME).
My brother had his baby, and much mocha was drank. Lots of sappy things were posted. Some felt abrasive to my heart, not through any fault of his own. Just bragging about how she managed the pregnancy, with no medical issues, worked till the end, how it was the longest pregnancy, and so on and so on. I know he was praising her, but in the process he was making light of what others may have went through. I'm just being sensitive, and he's a proud papa, which is why I'm not saying anything.
It's yet another reminder of how my reality differs from almost everyone I know.
Speaking of which, many pregnancy announcements were had. Some made me so freakin' happy! While some made me happy, but also reminded me... you know, that is never ever in a million years going to be me. I'm not saying I'll never get pregnant, I mean announce early, be giddy, have it come without massive medical intervention and demand upon my person... ain't gonna happen.
I feel resentful that not only did treatments fail to work so far, but that we have to wait before we can even try again. I'm not resentful against anyone, I mean it's not anyone's fault my body is stupid and our finances leave something to be desired... I'm just mad at the universe I guess. I'm mad at our insurance. I'm mad at life. I guess you could say I've reached the anger stage of the grieving process?
Maybe it's just the hormones. My BCP is back to the "ya shall bleed one week, then not the next, but then the next week, and not the next..." And I want a dozen cookies, hosed down with a glass of milk.