Playwright with writers' block. Probably in left fallopian tube.
V - I'm so sorry. And nothing I can say will ever make it even a teency bit better. Just know that I'm thinking of you, and I hope - I hope a lot of things.
me too. So sorry OG.
I'm so sorry.
I hope "Oh Bother!" doesn't sound flippant or insensitive, but when I think of AA Milne, the phrase does come to mind.I'm sorry, friend.-D.
I'm very sorry too.
That makes me sad OG. The rawness of a negative is still as awful as ever. Even after all these years. Is there a plan C for the future?I hope you are OK. Give Tricky a little hug for me. Sigh.
I'm so deeply sorry, OG.
Ouch, my poor girl. Aching for you right now. Everything you have written over the past few days strikes a real chord with me; I recognise all the emotions you have been experiencing, as I'm sure do so many of your other readers, and I know how you will be feeling now and can only extend a metaphorical huge warm pair of arms linking with everyone else who is reaching out to hold you tight.PS. It truly sucks when babe no 1 gets sick just post-transfer. My son has succumbed at just that time for my last two FET attempts. You have to stick two fingers up at the universe and crack on.
That very well may be that, but THAT sucks.
I second `that sucks'. I hope this doesn't sound twee, but it must be a huge help to be able to demand hugs from Tricky at this particular point in time - I know that's what I'll be asking of my daughter if our defrost doesn't work [unfortunately her vocab has extended to `NO Mummy - STOP!']. JulieB
Yes, it does suck, but you're right Tricky is a great comfort.
I'm so sorry, dear OvaGirl. Nothing hurts like a negative. I'm here. Nothing I can do, but I'm here.
Let me add my voice to the chorus. I'm so sorry.Thinking of you.
OG I am so sorry. I know that nothing that I can say is going to make this better, but I am sending you a big virtual hug (arms wrapped tightly around you).
oh no! I am so so sorry. How completely shitty and unfair. And I bet it is bringing back so many memories of cycles past...ugh. It all just sucks.Thinking of you. And wishing there was a way to shove a comforting sized shot glass through the monitor of my computer to the monitor of yours.
Yay the internet! I have now, since getting Our Completely Fucked News, eaten previously forbidden sushi, drunk shitloads of increasingly strong coffee, and sculled several glasses of dubious white wine. GET FUCKED, INFERTILITY BULLSHIT.(Excuse language, feeling unpredictable and wee tad fragile)xxxx
sending love and cyberhugs a-plentyurban chick turned lettuce haterxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
OHHHHHHH! I am SO sorry! ((HUGS))
Shit. I'm so very sorry.
So sorry to hear it, OG.
Sad news. Whenever I've felt despair, anger and misery, for some reason I've always kicked the shit out of the kitchen bin. It hasn't done the bin any good. But I still do it.
DAMN. Hang in there, friend.
Oh, no. No matter who ever says that to me, it is always as terrible. I'm so sorry.And thanks for stopping by my blog. I've known of yours for a while now :)
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