I should be happy. I’m in NYC and staying at the New York Palace. I just can’t seem to get myself out of my hotel bed. I feel defeated.
I have a dead creature inside of me. Yeah, this will be miscarriage #3. Unfortunately, my body is ass backwards fucktarded and is holding onto the creature. My body is super smart.
I don’t ovulate on my own. No, I do not have PCOS or any other issues. We don’t know what the problem is. I’m healthy. I’m in kick ass shape. I’m 28. And I like to fuck like a rabbit. Still, my body doesn’t like to release eggs b/c it’s truly fucktarded. I have an RE (Dr. S). I took 50 mg of Clomid to get pregnant. This is my third pregnancy. This will be my third failed pregnancy.
Why is my blog called “Infertile Cow…” b/c that’s how I feel. I feel like a lab animal. Infertile cow has a nice ring to it. I don’t advise anyone to read this blog. It will be politically incorrect and have tons of snark.
P.S. With all of this depression and such I am uber horny. Shocking, no?
