As in, you’re such a dope for hoping that things might turn out differently this time.
We’ve been for a follow up appointment with the RE.
We’re on the calendar to try again.
It’s not for a while.
But we’re not on the same protocol.
So we could try naturally.
As though there’s anything natural about it at this point. And really, what’s the point?
Know how that turns out. (BADLY).
Except, maybe this time it will be different. (ya think?)
I feel like a teen girl with a bad boyfriend I think I can change.
Hope. What’s the hope in that?