Thursday, November 27, 2014

Day 4 - Ima Bitch.

I can be a bitch on my best day.  But - damn, these hormone injections have taken my bitchiness to a whole new level.  Today, I was just evil to Tower.  God Bless him.  This is not an easy process for either partner.  The money, time, and needles that goes into this is enough to send anyone into a tizzy.  Add the injections and you don't even recognize yourself anymore. 

Speaking of needles, Tower and I got into today because he says I "chased" him with a needle.  Hardly, you wuss!  You see, he hates needles.  In my effort to keep him engaged in the process I simply held the poke up for him to see and said in a calm playful voice, look at this, do you think you could do this.  Admittedly, sometimes I play up the suffering so he sees what an amazing and determined women I am for enduring this for the sake of our future family.  See, I told you I was a bitch - a greedy one at that.  : )  But truth be told, I am glad we both are having irrational moments through this process so that we counter balance each other.  With that said, if we were keeping score on the irrational moments I'd totally be winning.

The stomach continues to feel tight and bloated.  Not fun.  It's darn right hanging over my pants.

-nineteen eighty

1 comment:

  1. Justsoyouknow, I've heard this story before, and that lady has a baby now, so there is something that comes from the misery... =D


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