Watering

Ok so... I think the clomid has taken effect. Since two this afternoon all I've done is cry. Well, when I'm not losing my cool completely and swearing like a sailor over the most insanely small things I mean. I have held Ginny and sobbed, thinking of her death some day. I feel so bad that she has been inside all day, but when I went to take her on a walk the heat outside made me extremely angry. I then decided I NEEDED a little Caesars pizza, only to find Seth took my cash on his little golf trip. (oh yeah- he went golfing-he did that on this day when I practically begged him/threatened him not to and then ultimately cried and made him go because I felt bad.) so I went a little crazy on the phone and hung up on him. Then cried about that too. So no pizza, swollen eyes, a depressed dog, and my donkey kong game is still in beat. Because I tried --for FOUR hours today-- and then stopped when I realized I might bite the paddle into pieces if I didn't abandon the effort.
The saddest part is this day started out shining with promise. I spent the morning at seven peaks with mad and shay after I got my house cleaned. (I'm so glad I did that then, by the way.) I enjoyed the sun and music and slides and then came home and now here I am! Ready for freakin bed.
It would sure be lovely to have a baby come of this.