Oh, heavens to Murgatroyd. I am driving myself crazy, so I just thought I'd jump on the ol' blog here and share the insanity.
Ahem. So. AF is due today and she's taking her sweet time making her grand entrance. That's the first thing making me nutty. Will she or won't she, will she or won't she? Well, I'm sure she will, but until she does my mind is foolishly wandering. The hormone roller coaster isn't helping matters either.
The second thing taking up way too much real estate in my mind is the whole treatments thing. I am starting to think, more and more, that my endo is causing more problems than everyone seems to think. I don't have much faith that IUI will work, and I would hate for my parents to spend a lot of money for nothing. They've offered to help pay for adoption too, but how can I ask them to help us more than once?? I don't think I can, and I'm not sure they could/would help with both anyway. I know this is something only hubs and I can figure out, but GOD I wish we didn't have to.
Hopefully I'll feel a little more sane when AF starts (or ya know, a day afterwards). Hopefully.