I feel rather lumpish today, but I'm striving to maintain humourous.
I'm not going to sink into a hole because I hate some bad chicken.
Turned it into a joke on twitter - one of my lovely tweeties asked if I had gotten a BFP (had been tweeting bout puking a lot).... I said no, instead I got VBC (very bad chicken)
Ha.
Ha.
Ok, maybe it's not that funny - but the fact that I am returning to my blog, talking about clomid around the dinner table and shopping for houses makes me think that things are okay for a change. Despite the fights. Despite any aggravation. Life is good. I don't need to compete with other people, I can just relax and know that everything will happen in it's due time.
The weddings & pregnancies of late have taken a toll on my mind & emotional state but I mainain:
Life is good.
Even though I spent last night with my head in a toilet bowl.
