That shit makes you crazy. like super crazy. yesterday I cried, not an I’m sad cry but an I’m crazy and freaking out and crying and freaking out and then crying because I’m crying kind of crazy. KWIM? You probably wouldn’t unless you experienced the clomid.
My husband looked at me, eyes wide open, and said it’s all in your head (pointing to his head) and went into the basement. Because really he needed to walk away from me.
Oh and my sister was home. You know the one that lives with us that doesn’t know we’re even trying to have a baby, so she obviously doesn’t know I’m on a little white pill that makes people go crazy in exactly 2.5 days.
She also went to the basement. And then I told her I was just having one of those days.
And then later in the evening she put The Notebook on the television. And I cried. Surprised? Then my husband started talking about how my grandparents have that kind of love and how my grandfather is going to be broken when my grandmother passes.
And I went to the basement. Because I was crying.
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