Opposite of Thanksgiving

So, this morning, as I was waking up to go to get ready for my doctor's visit, I turned on my favorite morning show, the Today Show.  Right when I turned it on, there was Ma.rlo Th.omas, ambassador to St. J.ude's Children's Hospital, with a couple of kids, and their heart touching stories.  As I watched it (between desparate sobs while drying my hair - yay, emotional trainwreck), I was thinking, hey, at least I am not these kids, and I do have a lot to be thankful for.  I mean, no one should have cancer, especially kids, and these kids fight so hard, and the work and research they do at St. J.ude's is just amazing.  I decided I would shut the hell up, and not be such a whiner.

Then I went to my appointment.

AND I TAKE IT BACK.  I am going to continue to complain and whine and not give a shit about being thankful this exact moment, because that's what I want to do.  I am having a particuraly hard time, because it has just about been a fucking long time  a year since I last was pregnant a year, and I am still  not pregnant.  It sucks. 

What happened at the doctor's, I am sure you're asking...well.  I went in for the ultrasound, and surprise, one side had two follicles that were the same size, 10 mm, as last time, and the other side had two follicles measuring 7 mm.  That means NOTHING HAPPENED.  NADA.  FML.  The doctor informed me that ovulation would most certainly NOT be achieved this cycle, and has now recommended a new drug for me to try next cycle.  He says I can start ASAP. 

I guess it's good, because I don't have to suffer through the 2ww with my hopes up again, just to have them come crashing down (again).  BUT I SWEAR.  THIS ROLLERCOASTER IS AN ASSWHIP. 

So, pardon my "poor me" routine right now.  I am not even in the mood to watch what's left of the parade.   All those smiling faces and upbeat musical numbers.  CAN ALL GO SCRATCH THEIR ASSES. 

Where's my drink?  And do you think 10:30 am is too early to start?

Happy Thanksgiving.