(and if not you, then someone)
If you are on a medication called, let’s say, Blomid and it makes you batshit crazy for an entire month (and when I say “batshit crazy”, I am NOT in any way, shape or form joking) and you tell your doctor or the midwife that hey, the Blomid made me crrrrrraaaaaazzzzzyyyy for 28 straight days to the point where I wanted to jump off a cliff, they will be spectacularly unimpressed. And tell you that if you think that’s bad, wait until you’ve taken double the dosage and see how crazy you are then.
(Seriously – if I ever say to you that 100 mgs of “Blomid” don’t work and 150 mgs don’t work, so we’re going to try 200 mgs, please just send me a link to a cute puppy on Petfinder.com because I am literal when I tell you that I will end up speaking in tongues rolling about the backyard for 28 straight days if that is my only option to get knocked up).
On the bright side, at least the midwife didn’t call me fat, which is kind of her. I do wonder, though, why she expressed no surprise that it has been an entire f&*^%*g year and still no on the baby front. Pffft.
(OMG what if my future includes having to give myself shots in the ass?? Ack it could be so much worse).