Infertility is a lot of things; painful, distressing, unfair.
For me, just now, it is mainly boring.
The whole year has lurched from waiting for appointments, to waiting for tests, and more tests, and delays, to waiting for the coil to be put in, to waiting three months for the coil to work, and waiting for the coil to be removed. Now I am STILL waiting for the results of the last biopsy, three and a half weeks after it was performed and a week and a half after I was due to have it.
I am fed up of preceding every sentence with, "If the results are ok ..."
I can't think of a single witticism or funny anecdote. Because nothing is happening, I am in limbo.
I even tried to write a post of twenty six words starting in alphabetical order, I was that bored. (I only got a far as "A Biopsy Can Determine Everything..." before I got bored of that too.)
Hmpf. Has anyone seen my mojo?