I'm angry, frustrated, and sad that: a) I'm not still pregnant with either Michael (who would be a baby in my arms by now) OR Margaret; b) I'm STILL not pregnant again, now that I've found a GOOD doctor that will do everything in his power to keep me pregnant; c) that my husband has been working so much lately that the only time we can ever seem to even try is on a Saturday or Sunday, and making that match my body's schedule just sucks; and d) that I'm on what feels like a never-ending parade of shots and heartache for what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
God Bless you all,
Dana