relativity

Finished a long drive up north in the dark before the snow- am alone in the hotel room except for my monsterus cramps and my stuffed elephant, Horatio. My scan is tomorrow morning- so yes, my period finally showed up late saturday evening.  They said I could take tylenol so I am, but I need to say this: tylenol sucks rocks when it comes to cramps. Me? I'm an advil gal. A liquicaps gal. A one-advil-every-2-hours gal. So this is not really cutting it.  BUT that all being griped about sufficiently, I can say this- hey, I am glad I finally got my period so at least I can get on with it. I'll sleep with the hot water bottle and the elephant. Different kinds of comfort.

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.