Rows and rows of big dark clouds*

Somebody please give me a gold star because I am proud to report that my most recent cycle only lasted 30 days. If you'll recall that the "standard" length is 28 days, then that makes me just 2 days away from normal. Or light years away, if you ask my close friends and family :)

Although come to think of it, somebody should probably take that gold star away and downgrade it to a silver because we still aren't pregnant. Story. of. our. lives. Oh well, at least there were no tears this time. Just excessive amounts of telling Brian how terrible my life is and a few fits of rage- par for the course, right?

I did, however, recently re-discover one of my favorite songs to cry to. What? Don't act like you don't have songs that you listen to when you're down with the sole purpose of indulging your self-pity even further (much like this). 

Anyway, the song is "Rain"* by Patty Griffin. Go listen to that and try to tell me that her target audience wasn't emotionally fragile females. I originally discovered this song in college when I was going through a break-up, aka: the deepest extent to which I understood sadness prior to going through infertility.

But NOW that I have fun experiences like this one to ponder, I conceptualize sadness on an entirely different level, so just think of the fun I'll have cranking this one up on my iPod! The possibilities are really endless... so thank you, Patty Griffin!

Oh, and what's even more amusing than the fact that I have re-added this to my mental playlist of songs to play when I'm sad is how I rediscovered it: by watching a commercial for a show on TLC about morbidly obese people. I'm not doing a very good job of convincing you that my life is anything other than pathetic, am I?