Sorry the posting has been sparse, as have my comments on ICLW (this was a bad month for me being able to access the interwebs). I should be back, with more to say, soon. (Like hopefully tomorrow).
In really awesome news, I found a solution to my Clomid crazies. It’s a magic little pill. I don’t know why I haven’t thought to use Xanax alongside it all along, because, Sweet Jesus, it is providing some refuge.
Sure, I have a dopey smile pasted on my face, and I’m kind of spaced out, but you know what? I’m NOT CRYING. OVER SHOWS WITH PRISONERS AND HORSES. Seriously, a snippet from one of my freakouts earlier this week:
Me: Sobbing uncontrollably
Husband: I have a surprise for you.
Me: What is it *sobbing*
Husband: Okay, it’s this show about prisoners who go do rehabilitation with horses!
Me: WHY WOULD YOU EVER EVEN TELL ME THAT???
So yeah. I was CR-A-ZY. But now I am doped up on zanny, so I feel like a normal person. Yay!