I feel like a chihuahua who's had too much coffee during rapid fire in a war zone! I'm so freaking nervous, I'd be shaking like a leaf if I wasn't wrapped to the chin in blankets (the hubs wants me to stay toasty before transfer).
I don't know what's going on or why, but along with my positive feelings about this cycle, I've also got a crap case of nerves. I'm not worried. I don't feel stressed either. It's so...weird. I'll admit I'm emotional and eat too much pizza, but I can't figure out why I'm nervous. For those reading who don't know me, I don't get nerves. Call me an alien anomaly, but I just don't. I'm always sure of who I am, will be and what I can do, so nervousness just isn't in me. But since yesterday....I'm a wreck!
I took a long bath, had some tea (man, I miss coffee) and followed the hubs to bed. We watched our favorite shows, chatted, I got a warm oil rub down (not like that! Pull yourselves together!) and welcomed some Zzzzzzz's. Fast forward to hours later, after six trips to the bathroom (thanks Prednisone), and at 445 am, I'm up. I didn't just wake up for a bit...I'm UP. Dogs fed and snuggled, hair washed, pre-transfer leg shave & "landscaping" done (what? Do you know how many people are going to see that later today?!), and a snack packed for after. I feel like I've accomplished some things today! Now....to grow some humans!
Maybe my nerves are just my body preparing for the anarchy its about to experience. I dunno. What I DO know is that I'd better get this under control. We can't have my nerves freaking out the beans, can we?