FRUSTRATING to trying. LOVING the oily. Yep, still nothing. Still inferior, infertile & still with inept. We had a blow out via text & yet he acts like NOTHING happened. “It was the Clomid talking” — no, it was me. It was ALL ME. My frustration, my disappointment, my extreme anger.
I am by no means a feminist, I’m not. Though I am when it comes to this. I am not going to be the only one labeled anything, I was already labeled for you dummy. I was labeled:
- girlfriend, fiancee, wife
- two failed direct sale businesses
- mom to be, post partum depressed mama, in therapy mama
- norwex mama, oily mama
But I am not going to be labeled infertile alone. Get your crap tested… but noooooooooooo. Why didn’t he? Oh, my doctor didn’t tell him to. Keywords there folks: MY DOCTOR. He isn’t my husband’s doctor.. unless he has a uterus & ovaries I was unaware of.
But that leads me to this… in the recent weeks, I have gone more holistic. I recently celebrated my one year anniversary with Norwex and have been getting oils with Young Living to make sure I am up to par on this wellness train. I have eliminated chemicals.. meanwhile he’s got a tight uniform, caffeine pills, crappy sleep, and drinks so much sugary crap I should probably learn how to make it myself.
After using oils for diets, workouts, cooking, baking, and Norwex for my cleaning, I have accrued a lot of stuff for both of my lifestyle techniques. For Norwex I store it in my hallway closet BUT I have found THE FREAKING BEST oil carrier ever & everyone needs it. I mean yes, I could’ve bought something from YL and I could’ve gotten ER points on it BUT I am beyond happy and so over the moon with this (+ it’s from amazon & isn’t everything this mama does anymore on amazon?)… but I digress. Check it out here. It holds my 15s and 5s with ease PLUS what’s the best part? My rollers have a place to live too. My daughter is OBSESSED with it and my husband actually will carry it.
So what does that mean for me? I am healthier than he is. So eventually when he wants to get tested, learn that this is his fault & not mine, then maybe he will get on the oily train with me and his daughter. Until then, keep carrying the oils dude… just look like you do.