Tomorrow.

Come back tomorrow. Again. I didn't pay the co-pay today; frankly, after $400 worth of visits I don't feel I should be charged.

The ultrasound hurt so badly I could cry and I look like a heroin addict. All for nothing yet.

Is it coincidence that these "problems" started after we said we wouldn't be doing IVF? You'd better believe I'm planning to let the world know that this is going on.

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The Stoatette, wife of the man known only as The Foxy Stoat, has embarked upon a strange journey during which she has to conquer her fears of pain, loss, heartbreak, and needles.