The Joys of Womanhood

One of the side effects of being on baby making pills is the Cybil-esque mood swings. At least, it is a side effect for me. (I have never been able to take birth control pills for this very reason.) It’s almost like I am split into 2 people. One who is all logic and very Vulcan in my ability to be reasonable (but still incredibly sci fi geeky).  The other is… um, well…completely batshit insane. The other me is all raw emotion and reactionary and has no grip on, well, much of anything.

Hormones just might not be my friend. And poor B. He’s gonna get the brunt of it no matter how hard I try to just be one semi-reasonably sane person instead of this Jekyll-Hyde bizarreness while I’m taking the baby making pills. The man is unbelievable patient and I am really lucky that he is.

I’m hoping against hope that my body will adjust to all these hormones its being flooded with and maybe I will become one whole person who can temper emotion with reason. Because I sure as hell don’t want to feel like this for any longer than absolutely necessary. According to the infertility nurse, we do this for 6 months before pursuing other options of we don’t get knocked up. If this is how it’s going to be every time, we may not make it past month 2. Three months tops.

I mean, as much as I would love to have  a kid, I like the idea of staying sane even more. I’m betting B would chose sanity, too.

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