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Patience: Not my Greatest Trait

Well, I am still waiting on the provera to do it's job which usually only takes 2 days. This time, we're already at day 5. Of course, the month that I am most eager to move forward, my body would put on the brakes... So I became one of those patients who can't help but call their doctor for stupid stuff.

Maybe I earned a phone call for all of the stupid messages I get every day. Examples of such messages: What other ways can you catch chlamydia? (NO- it does not come from toilet seats!!!) I think I had a stroke/heart attack, what should I do? (The ER is there for a reason.) How do I treat a mosquito bite? (Who cares?) So, maybe my phone call isn't all that ridiculous, but their answer to me was essentially to wait it out. If nothing happens by Thursday, I'm to call them then. Not that they'll be able to do anything about it since they are closed this Friday. But I guess just for fun. That way they can tell me to call them again on Monday.

In other news, I survived my baby-filled weekend without any meltdowns, temper tantrums or tears. I was more than relieved that all I really felt was excitement for my pregnant friends. I truly do not wish anyone else to deal with this, however, misery loves company. So I'm always worried that I'm going to lose my cool... So, if my body ever decides to get with the program here, I'll let you know what the next step is!!!

P.S. If you haven't gotten a chance to read the comments posted, please read the ones after the last post. One of my dear friends has actually stolen my thunder and is taking over my blog with his wittiness. I've asked him to be my "ghost writer", which would be far more entertaining than me.

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