My Life Has a Theme Song (today anyway)

I woke up this morning and felt different. I wasn't really sure what the difference was. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I sat at my desk munching away on Honey Mustard and Onion Pretzels this afternoon (which seriously required me to need a breath mint) when it hit me... this is the best I've felt in a month!

I feel like Peter Griffin when the genie grants him his own theme song...



I have spent the last 33 days mourning. Yes, I realize we got our transfer, but it really was in the most dismal of situations. I have spent the last 33 days wondering what I could have done differently. I have spent the last 33 days wallowing in self pity. I'm sure I haven't been the best spouse. I know that I haven't been the best friend, but I have been so lucky to have the understanding of the people that I might have affected. Mind you my lack of great friendship has been my self imposed exile that I inflicted upon myself.

I know that sometimes life will knock you down. But, I've been trying to get back up... But it seemed as though I had been knocked into a hole about 10 feet deep. I've been scratching and clawing my way out. It would probably explain the intense need for a manicure at the moment. But, I'm almost there. I feel like the top half of my body is out and I'm just trying to get my legs out of the hole... Hopefully, they'll join the rest of me here very soon...

I Can See Clearly Now... The Rain Is Gone...

Well, that might be an overstatement. But this weekend was the first that I haven't dwelled on the fact that we're infertile or that all our friends have babies or our IVF failed. Sure, I've thought about all of the above, but I've been able to tear myself away and think about other things... or nothing at all... that's even better!

I have no doubt that my 'magic pill' (the Wellbutrin that my Dr. Rx me this past week) has something to do with it. But, it was something that needed to be done. I am glad he was so quick to call it in for me.

I'm still losing my hair like there is no tomorrow and I think it's actually getting worse. Not sure what to do about that. My acupuncturist gave me some supplements that are supposed to help. I haven't started them yet, but I will tomorrow. I don't know if it is the stress, my hormones, or if God is being funny and wants to make me look like all my Uncles... or maybe it is all of the above. I recently had my thyroid checked and I know it isn't that... I love my hair... but I'm even afraid to run my fingers through it... anyone have any suggestions or tips?

Tonight is fried chicken night in our household. It was a big hit that last time I made it... and by big hit, I mean that Rick loved it... LOL Wish me luck so I don't burn down the house... :D