She showed up yesterday getting into the car after music class but I didn't recognize her reflection in the window. I mean, she LOOKS like me, but she is definitely NOT me.
Today my husband got the lash out. Because he gets to shower every morning. By himself. And for some reason this morning that was more than I could take (I'm laughing as I'm typing this...now) and the poor thing held his own with firm kind arms and hugged me and calmed me down. I've been trying my best to shield The Beast from Jonah but I know he feels me agitated.
I think this is when I started to get all crappy last time around, but instead of dwelling on it, I need to breathe deep and find my way out of it.
I am currently staring at a bald eagle in a very tall tree on the water, and life really couldn't get any better. Hang in there with me family (and friends?!), this too shall pass.
For now, a picture of what the IVF # 3 She Beast looks like.
The Beast
