If I've been around your children for any significant portion of time, I assume you've heard me singing "I love eggs, from my head down to my legs...." This commercial apparently resonated with me a bit too much because it's constantly stuck in my head. I thought it was something everyone knew, but I've gotten more… Continue reading I ❤ Eggs
I was trying to decide where we were going to eat last night and I came across the word lamb which reminded me of my severe disdain for silent letters. They're pointless and just make the English language harder for people. I also don't like slurs, but that's no surprise to anyone who knows me.… Continue reading Silent letters, slurs, uncertainty, and other things I dislike!
I ran out of needles last night for my Lupron. I should have known earlier, but I did the thing that Justin loves where I forget six things and remember them incrementally as I arrive home from the previous errand. It only happens when I'm on these damn drugs, so I think he does think… Continue reading Buying Needles Over the Counter (and other things that piss me off while on an excessive amount of hormones)
Not much to report. A fairly disappointing doctor's visit. They could spot three follicles on one side and 0 on the other. My estrogen was at 58 which was significantly lower than last time at this point. It's frustrating because I'm on more meds and have been doing only positive things to help increase my… Continue reading Bloodwork & US update
For those of you who are well-versed in my musical taste, you're well aware that I generally despise Coldplay. I find Chris Martin to be unbearable and their music to be unoriginally maudlin. I'll allow "Fix You" to be the exception. Unfortunately, I'm no longer pregnant. I went in early on Thursday, anxiously awaiting what… Continue reading Fix You
Waiting has never been my strong suit. So, I've got two more sleeps until my test and man, it's tough. I don't feel pregnant. I'm not "giving up hope" or "not putting enough positive energy into it" or whatever else, but I feel fairly confident that I'm not pregnant and there is nothing hope or… Continue reading The Waiting Game
Ever notice how some tv shows, in an effort to be trendy, name their episodes after a song, allude to the title in some obscure way and call it a masterpiece? It's usually dramatically vague enough to tie into any hospital day and make some semblance of sense. Maybe I'll start doing that with these… Continue reading Every day is a winding road…