What better way to start off a new blog than to whinge about how hard my life is? Not really. I’m spoilt rotten with everything I have. Awesome husband. Awesome apartment. Awesome job. And these awesome little white pills that in the space of a micro-second that my husband can rarely see coming, I can turn from cute girl next door with short girl problems to a wailing flailing banshee convinced that the guy at the petrol station thinks she’s fat. You. Don’t. Mess. With. That. Girl.
We started Clomid (by we I mean me. Husband is just along for the joyride) in early august and are halfway through the second cycle. This last booster has completely kicked my butt. A few weeks ago, I broke a jar. Which led to 3 1/2 hours of uncontrolled crying because I was sure my husband didn’t want a baby. Yep. Curse that jar!!!!
It’s been horrible but they say it’s worth it in the end. I can see it happening now. I’ll be the woman at the park with the bratty child that screams murder because she wants to eat the worm she found in the sandpit. Can’t wait to meet her.