This morning I got an email from Am*zon that said:

Am*zon.com has new recommendations for you based on items you purchased or told us you own. Among these items is “A Thousand Splendid Suns” by Khaled Hosseini, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” and then this: Disposable Plastic Vaginal Speculums, Medium Size 10 Per Pack

How odd. In some ways, Am*zon knows me so well.

So, in other news, it’s not looking so good for this cycle. We’ve had 2 negative HPTs and this morning Fern’s temperature took a serious fall. We’re not happy people right now, either of us. We’re not technically out yet but it’s looking like we’ll be onto try #7 soon. I don’t have much to say about this. Here are some words, you can fill in the sentences: frustrated, annoyed, lost, angry, desperate, panicky, grumpy, hopeless.

Fern was in acupuncture back in the fall and winter but stopped going after her schedule changed. We’re going to try a new fertility-focused acupuncturist that someone recommended so maybe that will help with this try. We’re also working on getting Fern onto my insurance (a whole other nightmare) so that we can get some doctorly advice. These things give me a little umph but only a little.

Proverbial icing: Someone I didn’t know too well from high school just friended me on Facebook this morning. I was checking out her profile and pictures and learned that she is married (legally), owns a beautiful old home that she just finished renovating/modernizing, and, of course, is 4 months pregnant. And she’s 3 years younger than me. For all I know she struggled for months or years to get pregnant, and has faced a million trials in her life but I prefer to be bitterly jealous and assume it came easily to her and she doesn’t deserve it. From the photos it looks so easy.