When I'm quiet...

When I'm quiet, it more than often means I am working so much that I can't even think about blogging.

But, sometimes when I am MIA, it means the complete opposite. I have been off for several days yet I can't make myself think about TTC. Or blogging.

I back in Depressionville. Population: 1.

It's the same lather, rinse, repeat from last month's Femara side effects. I didn't even bother to write about it since the blah feeling won't let me kick my own ass out of this fog. My headaches lasted for three days and overall shitass mood had been going on for a couple days too. Thank goodness I know that it will hopefully go away quickly when the medicines half life wears off.

Unfortunately, it led to a long discussion with DH. He hates seeing me like this. I know talking about it helps but in the heat of the moment, I wish he would just drop it so I can pretend like I am OK. He can tell that I'm not fine even when I'm pretending.

I don't want go get into details but lets just say there was an awkward ugly crying moment followed by "feel better" sex. Oddly enough, I do feel better. Crying and sex are both cathartic but at this point I have no drive to exert the energy into either one.

God, please let this go away. Please let this work.