Warning: Highly Hormonal

It's exactly one week (down to the minute) from when I triggered ovulation. So, in a perfect world, I am one week away from peeing on a stick and seeing two pink lines!

The past week has been a whirlwind of emotions and has left me a bit crazy...I am positive Mr. is referring to me as his psycho bitch of a wife...and I can't really help it.  Sorry babe, I don't like me either!

Our weekend was really nice. We hosted happy hour, I sun tanned in the pool, we meandered through Lowe's, potted plants, and I started spring cleaning the patio. My bloating was in full force all weekend, so I was sure to rest and stay plenty hydrated.  Surprisingly, we were able to get so much done while Mr. worked 99.5% of the weekend.

Luckily, I'm physically feeling so much better this week.  My breasts are still pretty tender, which is a side effect of the HCG.  If I stand in the right light, I may have myself convinced that I'm getting darker blue veins running through my breasts as well.  This was the first pregnancy symptom I experienced with Jackson, so I find it exciting! My temperature is remaining steady at 98.1, which is higher than last month's 97.9. 

All in all, I am feeling very confident that this cycle worked.  I have this strong gut feeling that we're having twin boys and I am already referring to them in my head as Ben & Charlie.  The same gut feeling or mother's intuition that is letting me know such is also making me loose my freaking mind.

I'm in hyper-mood and will jump down pretty much anyone's neck.  I'm pissed at the world for such ridiculous things.  And while I'm kicking my list's ass, I am annoyed that the only way to get things done is to do it myself. 

Mr.'s job is insanely demanding and takes precedence over a lot, but hey, it also pays the bills.  So, I have to be careful when complaining about the hours he puts in.  In all honesty, I'm sure he would much rather take my car for an oil change or figure out what the hell the crazy noise coming from my car is or mow the grass jungle or spend time with us...well maybe just Jackson.  Arguing workers comp defense and tax law may be better than dealing with my crazy-self.

I know, this phase too shall pass.

I'm just ready to move forward.  I'm ready to be done dealing with infertility.  I'm ready to see what our future has in store for us, so that I can live in the now.  I'm so sick of counting cycle days and obsessing over every vein and twitch inside my body. And I know my hyper-mood/nesting is my way of dealing with things.  But, God help you if you get in my way trying to get everything done.  I have to be in control of something, especially since I'm so out of control of my body and it's lack of reproductive skills!

So, if you pass me and I'm quiet...let me be.  And if I say something out of character, I am sorry in advance.  I know I'm crazy and highly hormonal, and now you do too!  You've been warned:)

Flowers from my sweet boys this week, I think they're scared too:)