and bitter, and grouchy, and restless, and, and, and did I mention I’m on 150mg of Clomid? I know it’s not the hormoniest of hormones, but I’m blaming my bad mood on it anyway, because I can.
So, yes, I’m feeling quite hopeless today. I’ve got a date with a wand on Wednesday and I’m sure it’ll be all “Yay!” but I don’t feel all “Yay!” Every other time things go all “Yay!” they don’t turn out fine, and isn’t that what’s important? Frankly, I don’t care if all of the preliminary’s look spotty if the end result is a baybee. But, who am I kidding, right? Oh, well, best not to get the internets thinking I’m more depressed than I am.