My mood today was all fragile crapitude. Tears right near the surface all day, felt incompentent and pms-y. Took myself on a hike against my whiny protestations... and sat up on the hillside watching the big fat snowflakes separate themselves from sky and fall on my gloves, perfect crystals-- and for a long while I listened to them fall- the shhhh of snowflakes landing on bare branches, dried leaves, stone ledges, ice, me.
So, tomorrow there'll be somewhere between 5-15 inches of snow (I love certainty)-- and with luck, a good scan, a bag-o-meds, a slow, safe drive home, and a plan to pinch an inch and plunge a needle in before bed. Ahhhh IVF. The things we look forward to-- proving, once again, that everything is relative.