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sometimes you tell the day by the pill that you take...

... sometimes when you're alone and all you do is think... i'm a cowboy... wait, nope. no, that's not right.

folks, i'm down to my last week of birth controls pills and i am beyond pumped about it. it means that in a short amount of time, i will have another period (oh the joys) and then i can finally, and i mean finally, start a frozen embryo transfer protocol. in case you missed it, last cycle things were still a touch wonky in the ol' ut and the lining held tight when it shouldn't have so the whole thing was deemed a loss and we had to restart the pill.

the irony is not lost on me - thinking back to just how many birth control pills i've taken in my life, hoping to prevent the very thing i am now fighting to experience. life is funny.  not like funny haha, more of a funny weird situation these days.

we are going to lay low this weekend and enjoy some time at home before school starts - yep, my itty bitty isn't so itty bitty and has found herself enrolled in our neighborhood school for 4K. all of the feelings.  hold me.

we'll keep you updated on the happenings in our adventures and hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend.  be safe.  make good choices!

xo
-d

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