What prompted my post earlier this week about the fabulous man I married?
Rewind back to CD7. Everything had been going so smoothly, I had been feeling so unusually positive about the cycle and life in general. About four hours after I took the third Clomid pill, the crazy caught up with me. I was suddenly so angry I was shaking and my heart was pounding. And why was I angry, you ask? Because the Professor forgot to take his vitamins.
Yeah... I told you it was crazy.
After I had a go at him for this grievous transgression, I broke down in tears and just let all the crazy flow right out. He was so good about it all, didn't even get defensive. He held me and talked me down till eventually, he could crack a joke and make me laugh. Crazy all gone.
I'm so lucky.