Prozac, the vehicle.

I have had some dark, dark days lately. I’m not sure what the cause is, other than general infertility angst. Thankfully, I was able to pull my head above water on Saturday when I found the car I wanted and snatched it up with no hassle whatsoever.

Introducing the replacement for The Little Car That Couldn’t, my 2001 VW Jetta Wagon.



It’s a V6 with a manual transmission, just as I wanted. Power everything, sunroof, nice! I can hardly believe it’s mine. I suffered with The Little Car That Couldn’t for ten long years. I finally have a car that I picked out, that I want, that suits me, and that I love.

Even just peeking out the window at it sitting in the driveway has been an instant pick-me-up this weekend. I wonder how long the car will work as an antidepressant?

I’ve got to come up with a name for it. All my vehicles are named, further proof that I really am a dork. It just doesn’t seem right to have such a relationship with something without it having a name.

And oh yeah, it's not at all lost on me that the car is a total Mommy Mobile. Funny, considering that I'm working on getting my head around the fact that liklier than not, we'll be living without children.

On to other topics, thanks, Lindy for the tag. It’s my first tag - I feel so special! Wish the fifth line of my 23rd post was more special, though:

The other is Yahoo’s Military IVF group.

Ho-hum. I was answering a question someone had commented on an earlier post about the wait to get into Walter Reed’s IVF program. The whole post is downright boring, albeit short.

Walter Reed seems like it was a million years ago. Or, like I wasted a million years planning and waiting to get in there, only to have my IVF cycle cancelled at my first appointment after baseline.

Onward and upward, right? Upward, as in above water, for today.