I haven’t blogged for a while again. Soz.
I am used to hearing people whine about birth control pills… How they make them CRAZY, how they make them tired, a mental bitch, thirsty, and blah, waa, blah. I used to think, whatever. People exaggerate. They are so blooming, over the top. I took the pill for years. Year and years and YEARS and I wasn’t a mental bitch that whole ti… oh.
I had to take norethisterone for a week. No idea why. Scheduling? No idea. And my goodness me I was feeling all the feelings. I mean, all the bad ones.
Anyways, that’s all over and done with now and lucky for you I concentrated on revelling in my misery rather than writing it down. You’re most welcome.
So I believe I have nothing much to report. I start stims tonight, again. I’m taking letrozole and 450iu Menopur, again. I am guzzling a high protein diet, again. I am drinking whole milk, again. On day 6 I will start cetrotide, again. And my first scan will be in a week, where I hope to God there is not a replay of any previous cycles again. Hmm. That math don’t look good does it? (Same + same + same) x more same = different?
I’m too scared to think too much about this cycle, so I am off now to bury my head in the sand.
P.s. Current fancy, Evan Peters. Weird, right?
P.p.s Do not judge me on this until you have watched Season 2 of American Horror Story.