Thanks guys for hanging with me on that last post. I think the appropriate word someone used in the comments was “panic”, and yes that pretty much hits the nail on the head. As much as I am excited to finally get here, the anticipation of finally being here just reminds me how close I am to the end of it all.
I’ve been stewing on these emotions for the last two weeks, but this week it just reared it’s ugly head to the forefront.
So what’s new? Well, I started the estrogen (in pill AND patch form), and just counting down the days for the donor to start stimming on the 10th.
Man, was I EVER glad to knock down the Lupron injection… the headaches were a royal PITA. Made me grumpy too.
Or, perhaps the grumpy part came from running into two Moms from David’s old school (gloriously pregnant with #2 and #4 respectively). They were talking about being sick and tired during their pregnancies, and all I could think was how I wanted to be in their shoes. I wished they knew how lucky they were. I put on my happy face and let them rattle on until I couldn’t take it anymore, and excused myself to my car. Driving home, the whole way… all I felt was a large lump in my throat. I will not cry. I am so damn sick of crying.
Looking forward to the holiday weekend, although not a long or restful one for either of us.
S. has to work for some of it. I’m not off any extra days. I want to check out fireworks somewhere (last year if I remember correctly, I think it rained a bit and we missed them).
Fireworks make me happy. I think I even have a few boxes of sparklers somewhere that I picked up out of state (NJ says NO! to fireworks… freaking buzzkillers). Yes, I know they are dangerous… (funny how when I was a kid no one thought they were dangerous at all) but again, they make me happy.
I have such fond memories of running around the backyard with two sparklers in each hand… wishing they could stay lit forever.
So what are you doing this weekend?