Crazy is as crazy does

Things I google at work for which one day I will be fired:

Difference between progesterone cream, patches and suppositories
-because contrary to popular opinion, no I do not love shoving pea sized vagi-vitamins into my lady business, all the while trying not to poke myself in the ass with my other fingers. Tasty image, right?

Can progesterone suppositories cause constipation?
-because there’s nothing better than being bound up while on vagi-vitamins. Come to think if it… if I did “accidentally” poke myself in the ass it might get things moving in the bum department. Although, I am absolutely unwilling to experiment with this method.

Are stool softeners safe to take during pregnancy?
-because I am one of those dumb hopefuls that thinks she might… just might… be preggo every single 2WW. Although, I never am.


This brings to mind the definition of insanity. Repeating the same action and expecting a different result. This makes me, by definition, insane. As if I didn’t know this before, but I need Webster to point it out to me before I can commit to swallowing it whole.

We try month after month after month… expecting a different result.

We experience heartbreak month after month after month… expecting a different result.

We spend hundreds in treatments month after month after month… expecting a different result.

We have ultrasounds, injections and blood tests month after month after month… expecting a different result.

We search online for baby furniture month after month after month… expecting a different result.

We are disappointed month after month after month… expecting a different result.

Are we really crazy? Are we gluttons for hurt and disappointment? Why do we expect a different result when the past has been so reliable?