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There’s many a slip between the cup and the lip!

Was I not chiming August? Wasn’t I?

Well, my doctors need to wait now for my thesis to get submitted.

Either my thesis will get submitted and I will romance ART again or my thesis will get submitted and I will suddenly wake up to a positive HPT on my own. Come on, you can’t discount the latter possibility coz we are unexplained which is not equal to completely incapable on our own.

The inside details are here.

I did not choose this…I chose a March deadline (doctor's advice too)…I was mentally unprepared and I chose August and now here I am, with the choice having been temporarily taken away from me.



^WiseGuy^
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  1. one-hit_wonder4 June 2009 at 01:03

    I vote for the latter possibility.

    I didn't realize you were fighting with the whole thesis vs IVF, too. It's a crazy thing.

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  2. Jamie4 June 2009 at 06:11

    Goodness - IVF and a thesis? Sending you all the strength and endurance I've got!!

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  3. Beautiful Mess4 June 2009 at 09:08

    I, too, vote for the latter! Sending you lots of peace and strength. AND of course lots of hugs and support!
    *HUGS*

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  4. Photogrl4 June 2009 at 21:25

    Thesis AND ivf...wow!

    Sending you lots of good thoughts, strength, and peace!

    ((HUGS))

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  5. Cara4 June 2009 at 22:26

    Busy busy...perhaps the latter WILL happen just to add a little more chaos

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