I am normal.

Results are in

after over 10 days of waiting

and wondering.

My doctor says I'm normal.

I learned this

through her secretary---

it's safe to say

she means

normal

in only a certain way.

In the

conforming to the standard or the common type;

usual; not abnormal; regular; natural

way.

Certainly

NOT

in the

free from any mental disorder; sane

way.

There's obviously a difference,

you feel me?

So, without the issues related to

high testosterone,

thyroid irregularities,

anovulation,

and

otherwise diagnosable

infertility issues...

...I am just

another person,

struggling for a baby,

running amok in long cycles

of unpredictability

and a healthy dose

of regularly scheduled sex

at the right time(s).

The news is

(if normal isn't the news)

that I start Clomid

on day three of my next cycle.

I'm not that person

whose issues in life

have always been

related to the

disorder

they were diagnosed with

at age 30.

That's not me.

Yet.

I took a long nap

this morning

to heal

myself

from the BRONCHIAL TERROR.

And spring

and daffodils

and Jesus sandal season

is here.

We've been busy.

At school parties:

At princess parties:



At garden parties:

Yay, spring.