Man, this blog is getting repetitive. TTC, AF, rinse, repeat. That red-headed slut showed again today, and I'm not surprised. Between my broken out skin, spotting for three days, my little allergy "incident" and our timing, I didn't think we'd be able to conceive this cycle anyway. So . . . on to cycle #41. I'm not disappointed or sad or frustrated or anything like that. I'm just kinda done in a used to it way.
I attended the funeral of my BFF's brother last week, the sister of a friend was murdered over the weekend, school started with the kids on Monday, and I got in a wreck yesterday. Needless to say, I am SPENT. Sleep is a commodity, energy is tapping the reserves, and the wine is running out around here!
Even though it's been tough, I have a surprisingly good attitude. I know things could be so much worse. Here's to praying it doesn't get that way!