I was tired yesterday. I worked a half-day and did some housework when I got home. Hubby was working late and I was making dinner in anticipation of watching my favorite show (LOST). But, the phone rang and dinner took longer than I expected and my favorite show started without me.
My mom used to make something called hot hamburgers when we were kids. It is basically a hamburger (sometimes on a half bun) and smothered in gravy. It is awesome. Last night, I decided to make them.
I was so tired. And clumsy. And when I finally sat down on the couch next to my hubby with my food with my fork in my hand something happened, my hand twitched or my head got distracted, I don't know what it was...but the rest is a blur of the bowl flying through the air, ground beef covered in gravy flying across the room, gravy and bits of beef bouncing off the floor hitting me, the couch, the carpet and the bottom two stairs.
Hubby jumped right up and got some towels. I burst into tears. Hard tears. Tears of someone who is tired. Tired of thinking about whether our IVF worked, tired of medication, tired of waiting and tired of not knowing.
This is the hardest 2ww I have ever gone through.
I am better this morning. The only reminder of the mess last night are my puffy eyes and a lone towel left on the floor.