This beer tastes like College. Don't you love when senses can transport you in time?
Well, this Leinenkugel is taking me back to simpler times back before I knew my uterus looked like the surface of the moon and my eggs pitiful crybabies that don't do what they are told.
Tonight is for nostalgia I've decided. My husband got on a plane this morning off to Tel Aviv for 2 weeks. I miss him already.
Instead of my initial game plan of wallowing in self pity followed by a long stint plugged into my XBOX360, I've decided to summon a shadow of my former self.
I've thrown the snowman fleece jammies in the wash, and put on real clothes. (Bonus points for actually still fitting into my fav jeans!)
My cousin and I are going out to see a Tool Cover Band that will probably be God-awful but it'll be good fun to hang out with other people. They won't know that I am actually an INFERTILE HERMIT. Maybe I can forget for a night.
OK, just for a second I'm reverting back to INFERTILE HERMIT MODE:(**CCRM consult went well. I may have a crush on Dr. Surrey's personality, he was funny and warm without sounding like he was forcing it. I am starting to save my pennies. Due to the surgery and my ridiculous work schedule it looks like we are now shooting for July for the Stim cycle). END REVERT.
Bring on 1999 Reese. We're going out!