One month to DONE

I just realized that next month is my last month in school.  My last day of classes is November 15^th!  I have one month and 11 days until I am DONE! I have one week until I am done with the class I dreaded from day one and yet hasn’t been as bad as expected.  Did I mention that my cap and gown has been ordered?  Because it has!

OK so when women tell you they are taking Progesterone, are they all taking it the way I’m taking it?  Is it always in suppository form?  Because the taking of the Progesterone?  Sucks.  Although, if I end up getting pregnant and then having a healthy baby at the end of this, I would gladly shove pretty much anything in my hooha. Well, not anything, but you get the idea.  Still, having to wear a pad for pretty much 3 weeks out of a month is not a fun activity.  This is one of those things that you learn as you go…unless you happen to religiously read infertility blogs and forums. Even then I can’t believe I didn’t get clued in to the fact that “taking Progesterone” means putting a long, white, recently refrigerated tablet where the sun don’t shine.

I just realized that I may not get to attend the Legislative town hall meeting next Wednesday night.  It’s the night before our final presentation is due and we may be getting together to go over all the last minute details.  I am all for expanded insurance funding for infertility but not at the expense of my final grade (not to mention its affect on my classmates as well.). I can also send a letter or email detailing my story and my convictions on the issue, if nothing else.  Still, you should be there!

Last night there was no rest for the weary.  I had to stop at Target for random things such as hair color, kitty litter, and the aforementioned pads.  Then it was to Papa Murphy’s to pick up dinner.  Then home to cook dinner and clean out the litter boxes. (Don’t worry I use a mask and plastic gloves.  Once again my doctor assured me that I’d literally have to eat cat poo for it to cause me any harm.)  Once dinner was consumed it also had to be cleaned up.  I picked up the kitchen, swept and mopped the floor, and vacuumed.  Then I folded laundry while watching Kid Nation.  Can I say that Taylor makes me want to spit?  She is NOT my favorite kid in the world.  After laundry was folded and put away, I noticed one of our beloved felines peed on my bed. So I had to strip the bed, spray the mattress with our special animal stain spray and wait for it to dry.  Then I had to re-make the bed.  Good thing we JUST did the laundry.  Then I had to color my hair.  At this point I finally got a minute (read 20) to myself.  I watched Criminal Minds and thought, not for the first time, what kind of creepy mind has to think of the horrible scenarios that make up these shows.  Gah.  Then it was wash, dry, and to bed.  Whew!  I’m tired all over again just typing it all out.  I can’t wait for the weekend.