We've decided to give clomid a try or 2. . . I'm not going to lie, I am freaked out. I am nervous. My fears were sort of soothed today after speaking with Dr. Hope's nurse.
And do I dare even say it? I am HOPEFUL.
Hopeful is not an easy thing for a woman who has lost so many pregnancies, the last four being back to back. Hope is sort of a word that other people toss around and you want to punch them in the face for having it. Having hope doesn't mean jack of shit to a woman who has miscarried 6 times.
But I am hopeful for pregnancy #7. Lucky #7. I might even go all weird celebrity on the kid and keep "Seven" as their middle name. Probably not, but it's still fun to think about.
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