There was so much to write about and now..... not so much...
Really, what can I say? I sat on the couch for the weekend. We read, we watched movies. My husband made dinners... and lunches. :)
I'm back at work now and it's stressful. The more stressed I feel the more I think, "This isn't good for me, I need to relax," which stresses me out even more. I'm much more emotional these days....I think it's the drugs.
Luckily, I know just enough to recognize the underlying feeling so I don't freak out at Andrew blaming him for everything under the sun... as long as I have a few minutes alone to assess. I mean really, if yesterday the carpet was fine and today it is utterly, unreasonably disgusting, perhaps it is me that has changed, not the carpet.
Nevertheless, I can still say, "Hey I'm unreasonably hormonal, can you vacuum to make me feel better?" And the blessed man actually does. How did I get so lucky?
Anyway, I'm still feeling very positive and hopeful. 9 more sleeps till the blood test.