The box of doom

Okay, maybe “doom” is a little dramatic. How about:

The box of crazy hormones and big stabby things.

Dun, dun, duuuuuuun!

It has arrived. It is full of drugs and enormous needles.  It is overwhelming and scary to look at.

So I closed it again, got in my car, drove to the grocery store, bought two gallons of ice cream and some Little Debbie cosmic brownies, and returned to face the box; this time fortified with chocolate.

Chocolate makes most things less scary. And cats. They help too.

Lupron injections start tomorrow morning. This is it. 28 days until I am pregnant.

Holy crap. I need more ice cream.