I’m in a lot of pain today. From my bellybutton down, it hurts. My doctor pretty much told me to take a tylenol and suck it up. And she wonders why I feel like she doesn’t take me seriously… 😉 I didn’t have pain like this last month, but if she tells me not to worry about it, I’m not going to. I’m just going to lay on the couch and whine that I’m dying. 😛
Clomid, I’m going to punch you in the face. With my fist. Hard.
I was at Target with my sister this afternoon. They put baby swimsuits right by the books. They were really cute. =/
I’m in a funk. And I’m pretty sure it’s stemming from Mother’s Day. Last year was irritating. This year it feels unbearable. I haven’t looked at cards. I’ve only briefly thought about flowers. If I can get away with hiding in bed all day on Sunday, I’ll count it as a day well spent.
Honestly? I’m angry about Mother’s Day. I’m angry that we can’t celebrate the way we should be celebrating. I’m angry that I’m in so much pain right now. I have zero faith in my reproductive system this month. Probably because we got our hopes up so much last month. I’m angry that I’m putting my body through this, but know I would be kicking myself if we didn’t try our hardest. I went to freaking Texas so we could give it our best shot for goodness sake. I’m angry that I don’t want to celebrate Mother’s Day because I have the best mother and mother-in-law a girl could ask for.
And I’m tired. I’m so tired of thinking about this. I’m so tired of being angry and sad. I’m so tired of the constant roller coaster of emotions. I’m so tired of beating my body up like this.
I would really really really like a glass of wine. Or maybe a bottle. But I can’t. Because I’m a responsible infertile with another 10 days to wait. fml.
Also, I currently weigh more than I’ve ever weighed in my life. Clomid water weight or not, this is not improving my mood.