Today is officially the cross street of Clomid Road and Crazy Lane, although it started a few days ago. I am a nut job.
So far, I have been mad about the following things:
- Lux Lisbon's skinny little waist
- My scale
- Myself for stepping on the scale
- Myself for gaining (more) weight
- Miniature Babe Ruths for being so good
- Myself for being too hard on myself
- The freeway
- Email
- People who mumble
- Fertility Friend
- My husband for being too busy to make me feel better
- Oh yeah, the Clomid
- My job for not letting me bring booze on days like this
There are, quite literally, a dozen more things I've been mad about. In my head, I know I am being hormonal and irrational, but that doesn't stop me from being hormonal and irrational.
I'm really considering a beer (**) and frozen custard binge. Or at least getting off work early for a nap.
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