I have been feeling sick all day. This morning I got home from dropping Den off at work and had one of my nasty, gut-wrenching stomachaches causing me to feel like puking. Those are never fun. And all night I’ve felt kind of bloated and like my bladder was about to burst. Blah.

A part of me would like to believe these are good signs, but I know that this month they are either not related to my cycle or telling me that AF is knocking on the door.

Only a month and a half until our “official” diagnosis. That’s somewhat depressing. I don’t know if I’ll make a call before my next cycle is over – it depends on the SA results. But either way if cycle #12 ends in a BFN I’ll be putting the wheels in motion. Cycle #12 – twelve! Good god, who would have thought. We just want some answers.

Though, it would be nice to tell people that we have an actual diagnosis of infertility – I think it carries more weight in peoples’ minds. Maybe they’ll stop with the “just relax” crap. And if they don’t, I’ll tell them to take the medical diagnosis and shove it. Yes indeed.