A day (or two or three) in the life of...

I figured I'd at least come and update the blog even though I'm not feeling particularly cheery or witty in any respect.  I told myself I'd keep on updating this bloggy so that I will. Let's see, what's new? Cowboy and I planned a staycation from this Saturday till Tuesday where we do nothing but enjoy each other's company, no stress about baby making and no thinking about work stressors either. Only thing is, I accidentally made plans w/my ladies for a tea/cocktail party on Saturday afternoon/evening. Oops. Luckily, they have promised (well, Mish did on all their behalf) to make soothing ocean-like sounds and be as chill as humanly possibly. Hoorah! Lemon love will be so very sweet since I haven't really had a good dose of non-artificially induced estrogen in quite a while. Our dear friends just got preggers. I'm so happy for them but the news hit me a lot harder than I'd have expected. They are such a cool couple. We confided in them that we...

Thank God for a great Spanish Red Wine, a perfectly seared tuna steak for dinner and an end to the crazy making pills. word.

The Loca pills have kicked in and it's bad. On my way home from work yesterday, I cried in traffic and asked God why he hated me so. Yes, I did.  I emotionally started recalling any situation in my life where my actions could be seen as questionable and really, smite-able (hi, my baggage is Catholic guilt, what's yours?).  I honked my horn at an elderly lady in front of me in traffic because she wouldn't JUST GO!!! Yes, I did. Am I embarrassed? Yep.  But logic plays NO PART in my crazy, you see?  I just feel and act and don't think or rationalize. It's such the opposite of me that I don't even recognize me, therefor, feeling pretty possessed.  I'm a handful of crazies away from demanding an exorcism. This is getting quite ridiculous. Here's hoping the new pills help exorcise the crazy right outta me.  I cried on the phone w/my Mom yesterday explaining that just the site of people's faces were irritating me, let alone, interacting with them! I shar...

What is wrong with people at my office?  They can't flush toilets, throw paper towels in trash cans and they can't put their own mugs/dishes in the dish washer? Come on! They are messing w/the wrong emotional girl here! ((shaking fist))  Finally decided to leave a large note over our office kitchen sink today in big red marker telling folks that there is no maid service at the office so they'll need to put their dishes/mugs in the sink themselves. In my credit, i added a "thank you" and a smiley face.  I sit right in front of the kitchen and my office wall is one big window into the office kitchen so if people start ignoring my sign, I'm going to get Loca on them.  I may not yell and throw my arms around, straight chola style, but I'll certainly remind them that there ISNOFUCKINGMAIDINTHISOFFICE. I am now conditioned to go into the bathroom wearily and each stall door is now a dry heaving gamble.  I have to pick wisely but still cautiously going to kick ...

Ok, so round 1 of IVF didn't work so we're getting back on the horse and going for it again. We spoke w/the clinic and did a review of how the last cycle went and what the Dr's would want to do differently.  First thing Dr. said was "So sorry this cycle didn't work out... Sorry you hit the Whammy".  Actually, I'd be in jail right now if that had really happen.  She did apologize though and sounded sincere enough.  So, great news for me is that they're going to add yet another injection into my cocktail of crazy making hormonal injections and for even longer. Cowboy may need to start secretly binge drinking in our closet to get through this. Round 2 starts today and leads up to the real magic happening somewhere around late August/Early September.  The fact of the matter is that I really only have 45% chance of IVF succesfully working for me, period. So, last cycle, I fell into the unlucky 55%. Queue game show loser sound. Here's hoping I produc...

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So, yesterday was teh full on suck. sucky sucking suckerson suck. After a cruddy day, Cowboy suggested I go visit w/my Buttah Pecan Rican to at least forcibly give out some positive energy and take my mind off my own self-pity.  So, I went to go visit w/my girlfriend and it was a rough one. Rough. She was tired, achy, so very not lucid and understandably cranky. She kept hollering at people in Spanish and I kept telling her they didn't understand. At one point, she decided that one nurse who kept walking by was just ignoring her when she'd holler at her in Spanish "Oye! Donde vas?  OYE!!!", so she decided to throw her chocolate wrapper at her to get her attention. Suppressing laughter, I asked her why she threw it at her and she shut her eyes and said she did no such thing. ((shrugs)) The only thing that perked her up was looking down at my toes and seeing the bright (we're talking 80's neon) pink polish on them.  So, I'm going to be bringing nail polish ...

Quincy is a flame point Himalayan who loves to incessantly meow talk all day long and is very needy affectionate. He's a sweet companion who has so much urine love to give.  Please pick him up ASAP. I'll throw in a new comforter w/immediate pick up. /end Craigslist posting I went to make the bed this morning and thought it smelled a bit overwhelmingly 'pet-like but figured I'd just Febreze the bed and light some candles.  Yeah, well, Febreze doesn't address a huge pool of urine over a new comforter, does it? Grrr.... Now I have to find a laundromat in the area (because comforter doesn't fit into tiny washer that comes w/our rental) to try to get stupid cat piss out. I don't know about today... Update: Post cat piss incident, then went on to call Dr's office to talk through a balance which I'm not in agreement with.  Had to call insurance company to talk through why they did not cover what they were supposed to. Once I called Dr. back, I w...