Remember how I was all sad yesterday? I want to thank all those who left sweet comments. It really helped. It really, really did.
I'll classify that as my Provera Stage 1: Sadness.
Today, I think I'm definitely entering Provera Stage 2: Fussy and Irritated. By Friday I may be at the final stage, also known as bat shit crazy!
Today I need a Fuss Closet. Like really and truly need one. Bad.
What is a fuss closet you ask? Picture a decent sized closet with enough padding on the walls and floor that should you need to go in there and hurl yourself around while screaming and fussing, it would suffice. Imagine putting on some sweats, tying your hair back and just hurling yourself around raging until all of the Provera pissy-ness and stress of the day wears off. You would emerge from said closet a new woman! A sweaty woman, yes. A potentially crazy woman, but hey, who you calling crazy?!
Every home should really have one. A fuss closet that is, not a crazy woman. The fuss closet should definitely be a staple in the home of one using fertility drugs. Seriously, what was I thinking? I should have told the builder to install padding in our bedroom closet.
Should a Fuss Closet not be your thing, may I also recommend sticking your head into the dryer and screaming your bloody head off. This will make you feel better (and possibly light headed). Trust me on this. I speak from experience.
Please join with me in a good ol' fashioned Provera fist-shaking. Damn drug. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I have to go and bite my husband's head off.