A little peeved

At least four girls on my facebook friends list are pregnant.  I'm seriously considering deleting them.  I just can't handle it any more.  "Oops, look at this!  Ha ha, I'm pregnant!  I had no idea!  We weren't even trying!"  Vomit.

Don't listen to anyone who says that life is fair.  It's not.  There's good luck and bad luck.  Some people just end up on the bad luck end of things.

Tornado

I had a wonderful dream last night.  Why was it wonderful?  I'm not sure.  Me and a group of friends were at the beach and a hurricane was coming.  (Well, because it was the shore, it should've been a hurricane,) but in my dream I saw a twister.  We were standing really close to it and rain was pouring down, but people were still walking around and going about their business.  Just as the twister was going to hit us, it dissipated.  We started walking down the main street to a restaurant and we spotted another one.  Hurriedly, we rushed into the nearest eatery (which was full) and were seated.  I remember thinking, "The ocean is right at our back, we are in a lot of danger," but I wasn't scared.  My ex-best friend was there and she ordered a strawberry margarita.  I ordered one too (not to be out done) and the two other girls with us got ginger ale.  The owner of the restaurant waited on us and he asked for our I.D.  He made a comment that he was glad we were over 21 and not joking about the drinks because he'd have to go back to the kitchen and change the order and it gave them problems with their taxes (?).  But our two friends left before the drinks came because they wanted to get somewhere safer.  I looked around and saw everyone else eating normally in the restaurant and said, "We're safe here.  This is the safest place.  Everyone else is here because it's safe."  They left anyway and I was stuck wondering what I was going to talk to my ex-bff about.

I seem to have a lot of dreams about her, actually.  Where she'll call me up out of the blue and want to hang out.  That's happened before, when we had our smaller fights.  This dream was probably brought on by my seeing her facebook posts about being hungover and such...and she has a kid now.

I could punch someone.  There's just so many things not right with the world.  Everyone and their sister can get pregnant but me.

Stuck

Since I've "lost" the initial 15 pounds of this weight-loss challenge, I haven't lost any more.  I tried to incorporate jogging into my treadmill workouts, but my lower legs get tired too easily (I later came to realize these are called "shin splints"? and happen because my feet are flat).  I did belly dancing last night and remembered why I tried to give the DVD away the first time.

I've been reading through the message boards on MyFitnessPal.com and taking a look at what other girls with PCOS (which is still undetermined if I have it or not) are doing about getting stuck in their weight loss.  Some suggest cinnamon, others chromium.  A few suggested Vitex; it's a supplement that stimulates progestin...progesterone?  I can never remember what that hormone is.  I had my parents pick me up a bottle and this is my second day taking it.

I was going to do yoga or something tonight, but as the day goes on, my leg bones hurt more and more.  It came on suddenly.  I just popped three ibuprofen; I really do not want to move my legs at all.  I'm also cramping, but I can't tell if it's the Vitex working or if I'm just going to have to poop later.  =\

A theory one girl on the message boards had for my leg tireness and shin splints was my shoes.  I do need new shoes, but I know I'll never have the money to buy them.  I don't even have money to pay bills most of the time.

Went to a new gyno the other day and they did some blood tests.  I'm hoping they get back to me pretty soon with some kind of answers.  Whether it's just putting me back on Metformin or what, I need to get a move on.  We were looking up this fertility clinic near us today at work and 35 is the magic number.  They pretty much want you to use donor eggs after 35.  So I have 6 years to try and pop out however many kids Chris and I want.