Wherein I discuss being "still pregnant for now" and allow a tentative bit of hope to seep around the edges of my paranoia.
Read MoreI want to stamp my foot and scream right now, though. I'm 33. Getting pregnant shouldn't be this hard. And, yes, I'm pouting.
Read MoreWherein I discuss: Effexor, Doctor Who, back-to-school, Mountain Path, and peeing on sticks.
Read MoreI've posted about my struggles with Effexor before. When I started taking it, it was an incredible help -- it made it possible for me to get out of a place wherein I was trapped with no hope of escape. There are few things in my life that have been scarier than being trapped in the quicksand of my own mind, and Effexor rescued me. Every silver lining has a cloud above it, though, and Effexor proved this in spades...
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