My entire life has become an abbreviation.

Happy Valentines Day - or should I say “HVD”.

“CD” 8. That is what I am on today. I know this because not only do I keep track, but the “CBFM” tells me so. This is what my life has been reduced to. It’s not “Wednesday” or “Friday” or “Christmas Eve” or “Easter”. For me, it’s “CD” 1 (the worst of all because that means “AF” got me) or “CD” 14 (am I “O” yet? Better get out the “OPK’s”) or it’s the “2WW” which means my days then turn to “2dpo” or “4dpo” or better yet, “10dpo” when I can start testing with “HPT’s”. Will it finally be a “BFP”? Or will it be another dreaded “BFN”? Should I use a “FRER”? Will I be blessed with “baby dust” and if I was, will it finally be “sticky”? Lord know’s we “BD” enough or did we??? I mean, we followed the “SMEP” this month...I checked my “CP” and found “CM” but was it the highly coveted “EWCM”?? Do I need to see an OBGYN?? OMG....maybe an “OBGYN” isn’t enough! Maybe now I need an “RE”?? Should I discuss it with the girls on “BNB” or “BTZ”???
UGH.
If you have no clue what I am talking about, then you need to count your lucky stars you’re not at this stage just yet. If you do understand, I’m so sorry. The crazy train leaves at six....wanna sit together??