My troll husband gets to stab me, literally

I'm going to tell you a little story about some joyous injections containing Progesterone in Oil...and by joyous I mean a group of trolls having a luncheon of me while I was still alive, writhing in pain, would be MUCH better than Progesterone injections. Anyway, here's the story:

Once upon a time there was a woman who wanted babies so her husband stabbed a monstrous needle deep into the muscles of her butt every day. That's what she said. She started walking funny because the muscles hurt so bad from being brutally penetrated everyday. Ooo I can't help it, that's what she said. Anyway, sorry, the moral of the story is: THEY SUCK!

I wish I could add another troll analogy here but I feel like I've overdone my allowed troll usage for one day (I called my dude a troll earlier). GASP! I SHOULD DRAW A PICTURE OF A TROLL!

I got bored and started thinking about BABIES so I'm sorry about not providing a body.

Do you see what the "two week wait" does to us IVF'd women? You think having a baby inside you takes away all your abilities to think clearly? Psh. Try having two beautiful embryos placed inside your uncharted uterus and told to wait two weeks to know if you're own body ate them for breakfast. IT'S AWFUL! I have 5 more days. Expect more troll pictures.