My puppy Wally is 11 months old, and we took him in to get neutered Friday.
I kept thinking, "Damn! I'm paying thousands of dollars to buy some fertility, and I'm paying someone to take Wally's. That just sucks. LOL!"
My boy endured the surgery like a champ. He has no clue he's supposed to rest, but we're forcing him to do it. By the way, "R.I.P" to the cone in the picture. Wally destroyed that thing within hours of getting home. My husband had to rush out to buy another one.
As for me, I'm better. The Hubs and I are still together. He said he wasn't going to let something like infertility split us apart. He's a nice fella. I've stopped going to the shrink, but I'm back with my acupuncture dude (he doesn't sugar coat stuff. I need honest people, not folks spewing nonsense about hope, prayer and faith. I need truth and action, along with hope, prayer and faith).
I stay busy by hanging with Wally and Roxie. Mr. Wally is all Aussie, all the time. It can be annoying, but I am thankful for it. Walking him, taking him to the park, and training him, keeps my mind off my strong desire for babies.
We're going in Tuesday to transfer our remaining embryo. With that, we will close this part of our infertility journey. I'll probably have surgery to remove my fibroids, and go from there.
I kept thinking, "Damn! I'm paying thousands of dollars to buy some fertility, and I'm paying someone to take Wally's. That just sucks. LOL!"
My boy endured the surgery like a champ. He has no clue he's supposed to rest, but we're forcing him to do it. By the way, "R.I.P" to the cone in the picture. Wally destroyed that thing within hours of getting home. My husband had to rush out to buy another one.
As for me, I'm better. The Hubs and I are still together. He said he wasn't going to let something like infertility split us apart. He's a nice fella. I've stopped going to the shrink, but I'm back with my acupuncture dude (he doesn't sugar coat stuff. I need honest people, not folks spewing nonsense about hope, prayer and faith. I need truth and action, along with hope, prayer and faith).
I stay busy by hanging with Wally and Roxie. Mr. Wally is all Aussie, all the time. It can be annoying, but I am thankful for it. Walking him, taking him to the park, and training him, keeps my mind off my strong desire for babies.
We're going in Tuesday to transfer our remaining embryo. With that, we will close this part of our infertility journey. I'll probably have surgery to remove my fibroids, and go from there.
