And here's the worst part: I'm still not pregnant.

So what gives?

I don't hold out much hope for progress on this stuff, but I have another doctor's appointment coming up.

Work has taken me to Elmhurst. Elmhurst is a far, far western suburban town. Oh wait--is it Elmwood Park? Hmm. No, I'm pretty sure it's Elmhurst. Elmhurst is not too bad, kind of cute even, until you get to the outskirts where the cookie-cutter houses become status quo. I am getting to know Elmhurst all too well, and I will be very excited to go anywhere else as soon as possible.

But what I really want is a new job. Ugh.