First I would just like to say;
ITS SNOWING! Ack! I swear I was supposed to be a Samoan and live in tropical climates. Which would also explain my girth...they are quite portly no? Anyway...yea, as I drove to my ex-husbands house to drop the monkey off low and behold SNOW. I am so far from happy about this.
Happy and the feelings I have about snow...winter in general are very, very distant from one another. Like mortal enemies even. So I am going to shut the outside light off, close my blinds and ignore it. If I cant see it, its not there.
Tomorrow is CD3...which means my date with the dildo cam and blood work. It also means I will be starting my injections tomorrow!
All of this excites me immensely.
Except the dildo cam.
Since when did these personal moments of mine become a spectator sport? I mean its bad enough that I will have my RE down there probing around while I have my period, but there will also be at least ONE of the following people in the room as well. Her intern who is a nice enough guy but seriously does NOT need to see my bloody bits(EW!) and/or a tech. Who again, I'm sure is just lovely....but does not need to be privy to miss muff at this particular point in time! Thanks but no. I just keep telling myself, that there will be(hopefully)a baby at the end of this. Its ALLLLLL worth it.
I'm not sure which makes me twitch more, the thought of being violated whilst bleeding or the fact that I have to have my ass OUT OF THE HOUSE by 6:15.....thats AM. 6 fucking fifteen in the morning! I just so happen to be allergic to being out of the house anytime before 7:30am. And even thats a chore some mornings.
I am not a morning person by any means. Just ask my husband. Or anyone that has come into contact with me before ingesting my morning coffee, taking my morning poo and being out of bed for minimum of a half hour. It ain't pretty. I am a massive grump. I hate morning. And I think its rude for people to expect me to be up and moving before 7:00am. I don't think people should leave there houses for anything except maybe coffee before 8:00am. But thats just me. I know there are some of you who actually LIKE mornings. You sick, sick freaks. But whatever, to each his own. Or something. Just don't expect miracles from me mkay?
I am a night owl. I like night. Maybe I was supposed to be a Samoan bat or raccoon or some shit. But the staying up late thing and the getting my ass outta bed at 5 thing, well they just dont jive, and so I have drugged myself. With benedryl. I'm a light weight, so hopefully I get drowsy soon. I've got my alarm set, and have given the hubby strict instructions to MAKE ME GET UP. The poor guy. My alarm can be going off, and I wont even hear it. I have had conversations with him and not remembered them. I have to remind him that me grunting or mumbling something in his general direction does NOT mean I am awake. It means he has disturbed me, and I am trying to make him go away. I have to have an actual coherent conversation.
I have a feeling that despite the disgusting hour that I will be forced to wake up, I'm excited enough about moving forward that it may lesson the McPissiness that usually occurs at that time of day.
Heres to hoping.