I feel like a million bucks. I am a good time. I am patient and forgiving. I have hair like Medusa since I recently came out as curly, and I just don't care. Love me, love my mop.
My dance card is full. I am happy and things are really going my way.
What does it all mean? Please tell me you have seen that Rainbow Guy. I feel like him, trying to identify - what is the meaning? What does it all mean? Who the fuck am I to be so happy and content?
I am cured, I know it. Let's stop the crazy meds. I am better and I want to get pregnant and I want it to be uneventful and I want a Take Home Baby. I had a follow up call with my psychiatrist and popped the question.
She told me no. Hmpf. Something about needing to stabilize for 12-18 months. I didn't shave my head for crying out loud. I just cried. A lot. Everyone does that? Right? But not me. Not anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I can still cry. I can have someone slip me a mix tape that chokes me up and I have to hit eject, eject, eject. Eject. Everything just seems so easy now.... wait for it....
Maybe I can handle transferring two? I can manage twins. We can manage twins.
Ha, we should be so lucky. I know we will transfer one. But if I do not get a BFP, there will be some serious self abuse in this house.