Alllrighty then! I started taking Estrace and Vivelle today (estrogen). Hoh boy! Yep. This is gonna be interesting. I have become a needy, clingy, weepy mess. Already. Hope everyone's willing to be ready with lots of hugs and stuff, because I'm gonna need it. Which sucks, because I don't like not being in control of my emotions. At. All. Especially given the fact that a lot of the people around me have it way worse right now.
So to counteract my current mopey-ness, I'm going to write a list of things for which I am happy and thankful.
1.) I have an amazing, wonderful family.
a.) My husband is affectionate and thoughtful and loving and patient and considerate and all around the perfect man for me.
b.) My daughter is intelligent and beautiful and creative and talented and compassionate and I am the luckiest Mom in the world to call her my own.
c.) My mom is the epitome of all that is mother. She is unconditionally loving and supportive and patient and I'm blessed to call her Mommy.
d.) My dad is wonderfully geeky and fun and loving and supportive and generous and I'm so glad he's part of my life.
2.) I have a good job that pays fairly well and a boss with whom I can get along and who helps me out and sticks her neck out for me.
3.) I have a roof over my head and food in my kitchen.
4.) I have friends who love and support me even when I go hormone-crazy.
5.) My I.F. is a kind, considerate man who's going to make a wonderful father and who has continually kept mine and my family's best interests in mind and at heart.
6.) I have a still-relatively-new car that runs well and gets us where we need to go.
7.) I have a bicycle which gets me to and from work and lets me get exercise.
8.) I have clothes to keep me warm and not-naked.
9.) I have computers, TV and phones, which keep me entertained, informed and in touch.
10.) My mom and dad are strange enough to want to share a living quarters with me.
I think that'll do for now. Gotta get back to Mum and dinner.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Dinosaur Shots
This evening I administered my very first injection of leuprolide acetate (mistakenly read by one of my dearest friends as "liopleurodon shots"). I now refer to them, in her honor, as Dinosaur Shots.
Anyway, yeah. First shot. I had myself all worked up that it was gonna suck big time. I've been led to believe that shots are evil and horrible and, well, you get the point. I barely felt a thing. Mind you, I am almost thirty-one, and others in my life have had to give themselves twice daily injections since childhood. That would traumatize the crap out of me where needles are concerned, too. I would not ever try to imply that they have had it easy. Jabbing oneself twice daily from the age of seven or even twelve would not be my choice of morning and evening activities.
Of course, my belly does feel a little strange where I poked myself and it's a little red, but if that's the worst I have to suffer before actual labor, I'd say I'm in pretty good shape.
Anyway, yeah. First shot. I had myself all worked up that it was gonna suck big time. I've been led to believe that shots are evil and horrible and, well, you get the point. I barely felt a thing. Mind you, I am almost thirty-one, and others in my life have had to give themselves twice daily injections since childhood. That would traumatize the crap out of me where needles are concerned, too. I would not ever try to imply that they have had it easy. Jabbing oneself twice daily from the age of seven or even twelve would not be my choice of morning and evening activities.
Of course, my belly does feel a little strange where I poked myself and it's a little red, but if that's the worst I have to suffer before actual labor, I'd say I'm in pretty good shape.
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