You don't have to read all of this.
I totally just ate a couple of slices of
frozen pizza. It's probably one of the absolute worst foods I could have possibly eaten.
Tomorrow is the company Christmas party. It's at
Amish Acres...
Thresher's Dinner and
Beauty and the Beast at the
Round Barn Theatre. Just look at the
menu for the dinner. It's going to be a bad, bad day. *sigh* Whatever.
I've been thinking a lot about pregnancy. My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for a while now. It's been almost 2 years since we stopped using protection & I have yet to become pregnant. I know what you're going to say...I'm only 22. I'm young. I've got time. But...I don't feel like I have time -- I feel like my Mom and MIL are pressuring my husband and me for grandkids. Ok, maybe not pressuring, persay, but definately hinting to the lines of pregnancy.
I feel like I'm letting them (Mom and MIL) down and my husband, who wants children more than anything. We
are young and maybe we
do have time, but we
don't want to wait too long.
Congratulations to those of you whom have easily concieved without help. My husband and I have excellent insurance through his employer. It even pays for fertility treatments, but I'm not sure that I am willing to go in that route. I feel like a failure. And, if I did go through w/ fertility treatments down the road, who's not to say that they don't work and I'm childless my whole life? Besides, our insurance only covered fertility treatments for a certain number of times.
Why am I even obsessing? I do not know.
Yes, I know. This is suppose to be a weight loss journal, but I decided to stray from the wl topic just because I needed to vent. And, I do have another off topic journal, but this topic is just too personal. And, no one that I know personally, except for my best friend, knows about this journal. *sigh*
This is all for now. ~Emzi