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.
to the other person living in my body
