Well apparently I'm knocked up... whatever!

Well apparently the rabbit died... the nurse told my husband I'm pregnant.

Why did she tell him? Because I refused to hear the bad news because I knew I wasn't pregnant... so I figured he could break the bad news to me. And he could get the bad news first instead of me for once... grrrrrr.

Have I mentioned how much infertility sucks... by the way if you're wondering why I'm so bitter, check out post number one. It should clear up a thing or two.

When I arrived at his work, I saw he had bought flowers to cheer me up for the bad news he was about to give. Fantastic!

He was still busy with a customer, so I waited outside and prepared myself for the news, which although I knew I was going to get it was still making me sad. I mean it was another month of trying and not succeeding. Four years is a long time and infertility gets old QUICK!

So I got out a cigarette getting ready to light up as soon as I heard the bad new (yes, I know... you shouldn't smoke while trying to conceive... can't a girl have any vices?!).

So he comes over with his flowers, I open them and they're pink roses... not exactly the best "sorry you're not pregnant" flowers, but he's trying to be nice so I'm not going to complain.
And he hands me the card, which I open and can't even look at... I mean who the hell writes "sorry baby" on a card?! Just tell me!

But I manage to look at it anyway and I don't believe what it says... I didn't even take it completely out of the envelope because I didn't want to touch it.

I said "no way" "you're kidding" "no way" "you're lying" and every other denial in the book. I might have even told him "F-off", but I don't remember. That's the card right there.... it smudged because he was so excited.

Threw the cigarettes away immediately (not that I smoked much anyway, a small pack every 6 weeks or so) and went shopping for more fresh fruit and veggies. Lately I'm feeling more like a rabbit, than ever before.

I might be in denial but I'm not taking any chances!