Part 14: Berlin II

Wait. Test. Negative. This cannot be. Test again and again and just wait a few more days. And then the certainty and the shock. How can that be? Fucking shit! Two weeks of smoking and drinking and dancing again and then again and in the meantime even less exciting, but more consuming. It did not work. Why not. We need help. Who. What are we doing wrong. Food. Drink. Technique. A more detailed research. No potential for improvement found. Test strips from the Internet. They are cheaper, but somehow never become positive. Do I not ovulate. Lordy, I’m going to go out of my mind. Whose fault is it anyway. Why do I look for the fault in myself first. Silly woman. Typical. Great conditions.

continue to part 15: Berlin III

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