Home sweet home. Err, I mean Barn sweet Barn.

I was going to write a post about that sinking feeling you get in your chest. The way you are taken aback, quite literally, you hope no one notices. The lump that forms in the back of your throat when you try to utter the words, "Congratulations, that is so wonderful" without stuttering. The tears that are stinging in your eyes, and how thankful you are for sunglasses. The all over awkwardness you feel and the moment you can just get away and be alone is going to be amazing. At least, that is how I feel when I am shocked with a pregnancy announcement. And yes, it still mostly feels that way when you are thousands of miles away from home and you get the " We just found out we're pregnant with a honeymoon baby" call.

Oh, but I'm not going to talk about that (ha) because I am home from vacation and feeling great! We got home Tuesday night, and Wednesday morning I was already at the new RE's office getting poked. I started provera yesterday, so the wait is on for the next inject cycle to start. I am back, and ready to kick infertility's ass. I hope this attitude sticks around for a while!