2002-11-27 - 4:20 p.m. - Cycle day: 8

I had a dream last night that my mom was at our house and came across my Clomid prescription. My reaction was basically "Doh! Er ... um ... eh ... oh fine!" And she seemed somewhat upset about it, but I think that's because I was projecting her reaction from the last time I kept something significant from her ("What? I didn't mention that I'm contemplating a major religious change? Whoops!"). That's about all I remember, though. I can't recall if I felt relieved or upset that she found out. Not a very useful dream, really.

On an unrelated note, it has come to my attention that women who are in the midst of a Clomid cycle should not attempt to pick up a new skill that requires great amounts of patience and even-temperedness. Knitting and crazyass hormones do not go together, no matter what they try to tell you in the movies. There's nothing peaceful about a woman on the verge of tears because she can't remember which direction the yarn should wrap when she's purling. Things are even less peaceful the fifth time she unravels all her work and needles end up places they shouldn't. Not good. Not good at all.

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