Just Make My Damn Latte

As of today I have done 22 injections and had my blood drawn four times. This morning's blood draw was particularly brutal. I swear the nurse was about 12 and was more interested in my tattoos than paying attention to what she was doing. I felt her jab the needle in but I wasn't expecting the bleeding and swelling afterward. It still effing hurts. =(

 Once again, I went to Panera for breakfast afterward. Hey--I definitely deserved it today! I keep confusing the baristas by requesting a decaf Chai Latte--every single day they come and ask me, "Do you want it with decaf shots or do you want us to make it decaf?"  What part of Decaf Chai Latte is so hard to understand?  Just make my damn latte. Oh, but these hormones aren't having any effect on me whatsoever. Ha.

 I'm definitely feeling less like myself. Today I went to Joann's to buy some supplies and I told the lady at the cutting counter that I didn't need anything else, even though there was clearly another bolt of fabric in my cart to be cut. THEN, I walked away from the cutting counter and left behind all my cut fabric. I'm losing it and I had to double my PM dosage of Menopur beginning tonight, so I can only imagine how it's going to be from here on out. Today I teared up listening to a Christmas greeting on the radio from a soldier stationed in Afghanistan.  I feel like I have no control over my emotions right now and I find myself going from one extreme to the other.  Lucky Mike is coming home just in time!

Tonight I came home and made stockings for three special little girls, my nieces Annabelle, Madeline and Charlotte. Didn't they turn out cute? <3 Tomorrow is Day 6 of stims and I have to get more blood work and an ultrasound, but my treat tomorrow will be the best of all--my H is finally coming home from training! <3