I feel like I have been living a lie all of these years. Telling doctor after doctor that I was allergic to penicillin. Constantly writing it on countless medical documents. When I went to pick up the prescription..the young high schooler behind the register whispered that the pharmacist would like to speak with me. Darn! I was so close to getting this magical "mucus enhancer" that I could only once dream about! "There is a warning on your account about an allergic reaction to penicillin." she said. "Yeah, it is a rash and I am totally okay with getting a rash...is there a waiver I can sign???"
Got my drugs..and went on my merry way! I was already half into my "fertile time"..so I just started taking it and stoppped today. I was told to stop on Peak Day...which is kinda hard to determine until after Peak Day ...so it is a little bit of a quessing game.
Anyhow, had 10CL this morning...so I have no idea what that means..did I ovulate?? Did the antibiotic do it? Who knows???
On another note....I always have these weird run ins with people....and then I over analize them and think they were trying to give me some message form God.
So, I am walking out of the Village Bakery buying my daughter some Bubble Tea to take to her work.. (pictured above..cold tea with cream and tapioca balls!) And this woman says out of the blue..."Everyone thinks my daughter is my granddaughter. That's what happens when you have a baby in your late thirties." Then she starting going on about her daughter teaching her "texting." But, I was stuck on the "late thirties" part.....
I worry about that....and I am constantly bringing it up to my husband. I don't want to be an old tired mom. If I get pregnant today...I am still 60 when the child is 20! I'll be 70 when the child is 30! This is a tough pill to swallow....
Maybe there is a reason I am not getting pregnant...and this lady reminded me of it!