F*cking Hell

Went to the Doctor today. I didn't realize I needed to be a chemist, mathematician, and incredibly wealthy just to get pregnant. Waiting to be respectably married with husband isn't always enough. "Keep trying and don't stress about it." Hearing this one more time will cause me to spontaneously ignite or cry. I need to find a 15 year old (no not boy, girl will do) currently enrolled in Trig to help me figure out dates and cycles. The only friggin time in my life I wish I could figure out what "x" really is. AAAaaaagggghhhh!