Chicken Clucker

How am I? Well, it's funny that you should ask. :)

It depends on when you ask me. As in, if you ask me 10 minutes from now, or three hours ago, you might get three different answers.

Apparently the progesterone wasn't holding up on Thursday, what with the moving of furniture and all, because I started bleeding then, on my own. I did end up taking the misoprostol around 3PM just to make things move along and the worst of it was over by midnight. It was less traumatic than it was in January, I guess because I had some idea of what to expect and because it was just a lot faster and less painful. I am a lot less exhausted. Hopefully that's just a good thing and everything is ok. I'm sure they will make me get HCG tests to confirm the number gets to zero. I was a bit surprised they didn't do an ultrasound last time, so I assume they won't do one this time. I guess the HCG is enough for them.

Mentally, I go from just wanting to move on and not think about it, to being angry, to being complacent, and everywhere in between. I mean, I just can't believe this is MY story. I still hope that someday I will have a wonderful child in my arms and look back at all of this as a necessary evil, but right now it just is so not what I wanted for myself, my husband, or my marriage. It is the most inefficient, exasperating thing that I have ever been through.

I got the most wonderful package on Friday! It was PERFECT timing. It cheered me up! There really are still good people out there, because one of my bloggie friends sent me this:

I don't need the bullseye. I have launched them at the husband and the dogs, and I must say that I maybe missed my calling to be a sniper. Plus, those chickens really launch out of the chucker at a surprisingly fast speed! They are rather lethal! I think the strawberry wine I had helped me concentrate.

Thanks Rotten! You're the best!