And no, I’m not referring to a baby. I’d have to say that one of the toughest parts of this IUI journey so far is not being myself. If you know me you know I’m a happy go lucky gal who loves to be in the presence of family, friends and loved ones. Lately though, the thought of leaving my house most days is more than I can handle thinking about. You see I’m pumping this body of mine full of hormones and man oh man are they taking over. I find myself irritable, exhausted and depressed almost daily. I cry and cry and cry and then will eat half a chocolate bar. More often than not I don’t even know what I’m crying about (okay last night I caught up on Grey’s anatomy.. could have been poor timing). It’s as if someone else is living in my body and I have zero control over her thoughts and emotions. I know this is all part of the process and that this too shall pass but if I turn down an invite or seem off in the next little while it’s not you, it’s “her” and she’s sorry but she’s not me.