Between grieving, getting sick, and recieving a third denial letter for the fertility meds we need from our insurance company, January has been a wash. I'm ready for a fresh leaf, which I was hoping 2019 would bring. I may have cried at no less than two fertility clinic employees, a voicemail there, and my TV screen once I hung up today. Ain't nobody got time for this crap!
I'm ready for February.
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