Roadtripin'

I am happy to report our roadtrip was a success, Creighton only cried a few times in the car and my sister and I had a great time chatting.  It felt like high school again, my parents, my sister and I all home at the same time. We spat out a few stories about the good ol' days when our only worry was if our homework was done on time.  To be expected, mine never was. I never aim to be an overacheiver, what kind of fun is that?

I am unhappy to report our Clomid testing was unsuccessful. I got my progesterone tested and it came back at 8.2 only .2 higher than last month.  All those hot flashes for .2?  Lame.  My dad told me a lot of times Clomid can take a month for your body to get used to it and start responding.  I mean seriously Clomid why do you do me like that?  Could you at least give me a 10?!  Make those hot flashes at least worth something!

We also decided to throw in a HCG test for chutes and ladders....grins and giggles...whatever, I'll give up cussing next month.... Anyways, it came back negative.  Which to be honest is kind of a good thing, with my levels so low again the egg wouldn't have "stuck".  I would have gotten a positive again and had all that heartache schmeartache all over again. And that is truly over rated. 

So we move on to next month, heads up and feet moving forward. Clomid round two get ready cause I'm a gonna kick your ass. Now, I really need to get to sleep I had a long day of driving.  But unfortunately for me, I can't shut my brain off.  I seriously wish there was a little switch in your brain that you could just click off and zzzz's the night away.  You know, I think the name for that might actually be Xanax.  Seeing as I'm fresh out (I kid!) I'll have to do this the old fashioned way.  Count my sheep, adorned in Chanel.  Weird is what you think?  Well, if I am about to count these things for the next two hours I would like them to look nice.  I mean really.

Sheep are a go, in pink dresses and nude pumps.
1....5....100...300....1,000....I have so much to do tomorrow......shit, my sheep......
1,100, 3,000......zzzzzzz........zzzzzzzzz........