Down the Path to Self Pity

I am just taking a little walk down the self pity path. Won't you walk with me?

I have started my new job in the ICU at Lourdes, our local hospital. It seems to be a good job, although my new manager seems to think that I can work, oh whenever the hell she wants me to, no worries that I have two kids and an ex husband that I have to share them with. Also, I recently found out that the whole reason I went to ICU, the CRNA program, is now down the toilet. In order to be in the program you have to move to Madisonville, an hour and a half away from here, for 22 months. HELLO, I HAVE KIDS!!! So there is no chance for me to do that right now. And I would rather be doing something else in the hospital. So I am little bummed/pissed about that whole situation. My father says "Boy, why can't you and your sister ever be happy?" Maybe that is true, why can't I be happy???

Then, there is my awesome fertility status. According to my progesterone level, drawn a week ago, I ovulated. According to my uterus, I'm not pregnant. NICE. I mean for real, WTF. Everyone is so sure it is me being too anxious about it, or too fat or my favorite "a fertile couple only has a 1 in 17 chance of getting pregnant the first month." LOVE IT. How is that supposed to make me really feel better? I'm taking a break, and going on a diet. I'm tired of this infertility shit.

Sorry, I was in such a good mood tonight. Thanks for being such great friends and reading.