Souvenirs

I didn't bring home a good one. My cousin and his 2 kids were just getting over a stomach bug last week and they seem to have shared it with me. I am now counting the minutes until Mr H makes it back from his Imm.odium run (he he he, didn't notice that little joke until right now). I have this ridiculous aversion to throwing up and generally make myself sicker because I just refuse to do it. This time I don't know if I'll win this little battle with my stomach. And I'm such a baby...I hate stomach bugs.

Other than my little souvenir, the weekend went way too fast and was exactly what I needed. That side of the family knows about our IF and recent negative and everyone was just wonderful. My cousin's 8 month old is just adorable and I had so much fun with her. And since we're now 'out' about our infertility, it was the first time I've played with a baby and people didn't tell me what a natural I am, or ask when I'm going to get one of my own. It was very refreshing.

And if anyone has any spare prayers, please add my aunt to your list. Her breast cancer is spreading and the meds she had been using to keep it under control (Fe.mera coincidentally) are no longer working. So chemo is her next step. I'm so glad we were able to make it down there for her birthday.

And it looks like I didn't need to take my meds for any extra time, AF still hasn't shown up, although right now I'm glad.

Alright, Mr H is back with my drugs, some red Gato.rade (my fave) and ginger ale. Isn't he the best??

updated at 9:00--lost my battle with the porcelin god. I am such a baby when it comes to puking