I’m sitting here on my couch thinking. Thinking about what a cluster fuck this past year has been. I mean, it’s been a shit storm of bad news.
Here is a rundown:
1. We found out we were infertile.
2. I found I have PCOS and only one ovary functions.
3. My mom had been deathly ill for 6 months.
4. Hubby’s mom was DX’d with breast cancer.
5. I had another loss 😈
6. Mom got E-coli in her blood and is still in the hospital.
Pretty much, I want 2014 to be gone. I’m praying, hoping, crossing my fingers and everything else that 2015 will be my year. This may be selfish, but I feel like I’m due for some good stuff to happen. Surely it’s gonna happen, right?