I ended up here?... how?

I should have seen it coming. I knew it was bound to happen. I can't believe I was so ignorant and oblivious to the signs!

This week I have been exhausted despite the fact that I have done nothing all week. I got a migraine last night. Two days ago this enormous (hubby calls it the "unicorn") zit popped up right between my eyes. I have become bloated and have groaned in misery over the pain and discomfort of the tiniest of meals. Then, the one thing that should have tipped me off, the big kicker.... Hubby became the single most annoying organism on the face of the planet! He started prodding me with annoying irritants and poking my sanity straight out the second story window. I became infuriated with the way he peed even and could not believe the lack of consideration and compassion of the man I considered my most loved in life.

Yup... you guessed it....







AF knocked on the door this afternoon.

This gives me a post provera cycle start of 20 days exactly. Not too bad. Perhaps there is hope after all.

Then a scary realization hit me. I start Clomid in 4 days. It wasn't supposed to happen this soon! I wasn't ready yet. I am still trying to find both doctors in the office on the same day so that I can score my script for the damn pills! I haven't restocked my cabinets with the necessary sanitary products. I haven't even boiled the water for crying out loud! Oh no! Internet I beg of you, what is a girl to do?

I suppose tomorrow I need to pick up my rx and clean house. I need to prepare the living room couch for hubby to slumber on in the inevitable event of my emotional meltdowns and settle in for a long bumpy emotional roller coaster. I'm gonna need help!