- I swear our Christmas tree is crooked. Joey swears it’s not. (One of these days I’ll take pictures of it and prove it to all of you that the thing really is crooked.) I keep saying Dad will have to help fix it when he comes, and Joey says no way is Dad going to help fix it, because he prefers have me all riled up about it being crooked. I think that’s mean
- Tomorrow is our embryo transfer day. That is a weird, mind-bending concept. But more on that later, I’m sure all of you are getting SICK TO DEATH of reading about me being all OH MY GOSH IVF IS SO CAH-RAY-ZY! (I know getting sick of writing about it; I need new material.)
- I ate a grapefruit for dinner because that is what my hormones told me would be acceptable. I often wonder where they get the hormones in the medicine I’m taking. Are they from cows? Because that would be awesome and just fine with me.
- Joey lost his cell phone somewhere in the house. I’m supposed to be helping him look for it but I keep getting too tired, so I take breaks to read or lay on the floor or, in this instance, post something on the interwebs. Hi.
- We built a really nice fire and then tried to put it out to go somewhere, but then I got too tired so we decided not to go anywhere after all. Then Joey had to rebuild the fire. I think this annoyed him.
- Joey just walked past me, laughed and said, “You’re blogging about trying to find my phone”. He knows me well.
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