I probably shouldn't joke about anti-depressants. I had such an incredibly trying day on Sunday that I could easily see how someone might just slip over that precarious edge of sanity. I didn't reach that point of course, but I felt a shade of crazy for sure. I pretty much knew I wasn't pregnant and almost expected to get my period at any moment. But for some reason, when it happened, it hit me harder than I could have imagined. I broke down in tears immediately and once I started crying, I couldn't stop! I mean, I would feel a bit better and dry it up and think, Whew, glad that's over and then BAM I'd have another meltdown. Lucky for me, I have an incredible wife who somehow makes everything alright. She let me sob for as long as I needed. Then she made me get off the couch, wash my snotty face, then she put me in the car and drove me straight to the beach. It was EXACTLY what I needed.
Things are much better today. I had to jump back into work on Monday and get ready for 5 new students: hermit crabs! (A lovely distraction, actually). When we called to make a new plan with the doc, we were given some bittersweet news. We have to take next month off, but we will get to do another round of the injectables and start them much sooner next time. He wants to give my follies plenty of time to grow so we have a better chance of hitting a target when we shoot again. Soooo, not too thrilled about taking another month off, but feeling pretty excited about getting another go. And May seems like a pretty perfect month to make a baby, if you ask me.
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