So yeah. That last post? May as well have not written it. What I thought was going to be Armageddon-like PMS turned out to be nothing more than sparkler-like WTF. One day. That’s all it was. And that one day yielded a whopping nada. I could have gotten away with half a liner given what did happen. So, I’m back to my apparent status quo – which is presently irritable, bloated, and full of whiny. Part of me wants to just give up on the whole thing. Okay, so that part is at 99.9% at the moment. The other .1% wants to go back to the doctor and see if we can make something work. It’s been since November! If I had actually been pregnant since November I’d be on my way into my last trimester. Instead, I’ve had about 6 months of consistent nothing. At this point, I’m about ready to give up on the whole thing and turn my focus toward becoming super skinny. And, of course I realize that once I actually start working on getting super skinny, that’s when I’ll wind up pregnant with octuplets and become bigger than a house.