What a Boob

So I woke up in a better mood today. I stayed up wicked late last night and watch a bunch of kids by the dozen type of shows. It started off with the Duggers of course and then rolled into a bunch of families with multiples thanks to fertility treatments. It was oddly inspirational and comforting. After all it works sometimes right? So anyway - waking up this morning I realized it is my last day to exercise. Once I start the stimulant drugs I cannot do anything but light walking. Yuck.

So anyway I ran a few miles on the treadmill which was fun. I did it last night too. I was absolutely dripping when I was done. I had to open the garage door and let in some of the cool air. I really want to either go to the running track later -or bowling maybe. Sounds kind of funny, but for the next three weeks the doctors have just stressed that I cannot do a darn thing especially since the hormones were off last time. I cannot risk altering any other hormone level having a ripple affect. And then there is the whole deal with all these extra eggs moving all round - they won't be good quality if I am running and bouncing and sweating up a storm.

I start the next round of drugs tomorrow. Currently I am on the suppression drug next comes the stimulants - that is when I am sure I am to be a nut case. However, my friends are right - just relax and be selfish - don't worry about the in-laws or out-laws it isn't about them. Maybe I should record that and play it back to myself a few dozen times.

On a funnier note: I so flashed the neighbors last night. Only me right? Well, true -it could only happen to me. Last night a mouse was driving me crazy munching on dog food. So I worked up the courage to see if I could get it. I took the broom and shoved it under the server I knew he was hiding under. Nothing happened so I moved the server and found a little bit of mouse poop. So I swept up and just as I thought I was done I moved a piece of paper that had flown under there and there he was - brown and beady eyed and frozen in fear. I of course let out a huge scream and the dog ran upstairs ( she is so much help) So I smushed him with the broom. I broke my broom into two pieces and the mouse just kind of hoped sideways - so I smushed him again. (I felt grossed out and empowered at the same time but then before going to bed I heard another one. ERRR) Anyway...

I was wearing my favorite robe. It was tied on the inside and I had the belt loosely tied, well when I smushed the mouse the belt part fell right off. I didn't really care - it was tied under my arm on the inside and the blinds were shut anyway. (my favorite jammies were in the dryer and I was waiting to put them on) So I grabbed a plastic bag and scooped up the dead critter. Then I went to throw him out back, the back door didn't have the blinds drawn and my neighbor behind us was out for a smoke... I lifted my right arm to wave and felt a very cold breeze on my boob. Needless to say the robe had moved a little south and I was flapping in that cold breeze.