Clomid Diary: Day 9

Today, I haven’t cried. Not even once. Yesterday, when one of my favorite professors got choked up in class, I almost lost it. I just kept telling myself, “I will not cry in front of the Eastins.” and managed to pull through. I’m feeling WAAAAAY more normal than I have for the past 2 weeks (doesn’t hurt that the sun is actually shining), which I’m hoping means good things for me and my womb.

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6 responses to “Clomid Diary: Day 9

  1. please cry in front of us. were not the mean eastins.

  2. p.s. how do i sound reading in front of the class? i said pellow instead of pillow. but that is just the way i am…And I am, whatever you say I am
    If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
    In the paper, the news everyday I am
    Radio won’t even play my jam
    Cause I am, whatever you say I am
    If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
    In the paper, the news everyday I am
    I don’t know it’s just the way I am

  3. theincrediblejulk

    you sounded great. and hopefully i’ll never have to cry in that class again.

  4. laura beth

    Is Slough inferring that I’m the mean Eastin? I cried in Wanted.

  5. laurabeth

    well…she is right…I am the meanest Eastin. Gifford said so.

  6. theincrediblejulk

    i don’t know if you’re the meanest eastin–i mean, i think that ultimately goes to patty or jenn, BUT, i will say, that i still don’t want to cry in front of any eastins. i don’t wanna cry in front of anybody, generally speaking. but i prefer to cry in front of strangers, so i don’t feel the awkwardness of having bared my soul in front of people i know. it’s like being naked, and i would rather friends not see me naked. the memory is much stronger there. burns into your eyeholes and stays.

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