One more night...

Tomorrow is my March for Babies, in memory of Patrick, and I can't say I'm not a little sad.

That's about all I have to say right now.

Oh my... someone save me...

I'm seriously in the mood to kill someone, gut them, eat their entrails, and then cry for being fat. People's voices are like fingernails on a chalkboard, EVERYONE'S voices. I want to hide in a corner and bawl. This had better be a side effect of the drugs. Because right now I feel like this:



Mixed with this:



Oh, and did I mention if I don't somehow obtain a hot fudge sundae sometime in the next 10 minutes, I will most likely break down in sobs and have to be carted away.

Either the drugs are finally showing their side effects, or I'm LOSING MY F-ING MIND!

Well, tomorrow's the day....

First of all, before I forget, hey, FACEBOOK PEOPLE READING THIS!! It's being cross posted from my blog, at http://babyoliverblog.blogspot.com If you'd like to continue reading my random posts, you'll need to subscribe there, as I'm going to soon be moving the blog to another location and it won't be linked to FaceBook anymore.

As for what's new... Final dose of Clomid tomorrow, and the go ahead on baby dancing, if you will. I'm terrified.

That's all, for now.