Hubs and I finished the spare room last night. We've lived in this house for 2.5 years and that room was always going to be the baby's room. We knew when we moved in that it wasn't going to be long before we started TTC so we never really did much in that room, just stored a bunch of extra stuff in there and waited for the happy day we could turn it into a nursery. Unfortunately, that day is taking way longer than it should and I've gotten fed up with the room looking like crap so we redid it into a bona fide guest room. It now looks beautiful and that makes me sad.
Does moving on with my life mean that I'm slowly starting to give up hope? We've put a lot on hold because we thought I'd be pregnant last summer...and then in the fall...then winter...then spring...then THIS summer... When do you just say fuck it and continue to live your life without the thought of (hopefully) impending pregnancy factoring in? I'm beginning to think I've made a mistake by not doing that these past couple years.
On a different note, my hot flashes from the Clomid have been out of control lately. It's to the point where, if it was socially-appropriate to strip in public, I would do it without a second thought. I'll be in at Target looking at shampoo or sitting in a meeting at work and all of a sudden I'll just turn bright red and start sweating profusely ALL over my body (seriously - sweat starts beading on my calves and forearms and shit). Surely that's not normal. I'm seriously considering bringing a change of clothes with me everywhere I go lately.
|"I am serious... and don't call me Shirley."|
(See what I did there? Yeah, that's right - nailed it. Leslie Nielsen would be proud.)