I doubted it the first few days, because of the whole "normally emotional plus infertile for two years thing," but as of today, I can officially say that the drugs are making me crazier than normal. I feel like crying hysterically, for absolutely no reason (I'm not even sad! It's so weird!), and the thought of working stresses me out, even though I have like the lowest stress job in the world. I really just want to clean my house and maybe prune the roses, which sounds horribly domestic, I know, but strikes me as relaxing--especially as I'm not allowed to exercise as of Wednesday. Grrrr...
DH told me on the phone he wishes he could come home. I think he thinks a hug will make it better, and of course because when I'm crazy I'm also not very nice, I told him, no, a hug will not squeeze the crazy drugs out of me. I've taken to marking a big "X" through each day on my little IVF calendar, to feel a little closer to the end. Only 4 more "X"s to make!
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