AUTHOR: Sara TITLE: Updating on Nothing Important DATE: 1/27/2005 07:45:00 PM ----- BODY:

Status: 9 dpo, 5 days until I can waste my hard-earned money for a HPT. Mood: Irritable, melancholy, I cried tonight at the restaurant we were at for no apparent reason. Then we observed a woman slap her elementary-aged child across the top of the head 4 times and I had to excuse myself before I climbed on top of her and shoved my fists down her throat. Cravings: I.want.Starbucks. Need I say more? Symptoms: "Symptoms?! We don't have no stinking symptoms!" (bad movie line) Boobs are a little swollen, tummy is crampy, temperature is completely screwed up, back is killing me, constipated beyond belief, but hey . . . the joys of Foltx, prenatal vitamins with fortified iron, and Progesterone are too hard to pass up! (Apparently it could be worse and I could be on Clomid, which according to many recent posts is the anti-Christ.) The only really decent news is that tomorrow is Friday and I am not scheduled for a D & C. Am I being too optimistic here?

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