In which I talk about sexy times.

I didn't make any resolutions this year because resolutions are dumb and I don't wanna.

Also, I might still be grumpy because of the whole going back to reality.

I always get a little down in January, the thrill of the holidays are over and my birthday approaches. When I was younger, I loved January...more presents! But now that I'm older it means...more years have passed in which I have not lived my dream!

Equally exciting, right?

Bah Humbug.

While I might be a little grumpy (which may become clear in about 25 words from now), I'm not feeling unending dread that I usually feel this time of year. Probably because of the Prozac. I'm also not feeling much going on in my lady parts. Also because of the Prozac.

(If you are my Mom or my Dad, please for the love of God and all things holy in this world, STOP READING RIGHT NOW.)

So now I find myself at a crossroad.

Sexual happiness or emotional happiness?

Guess which one is winning right now.

Also, guess which one was super fun talking with my pscyhiatrist about today? I don't like using the proper words for my lady parts or doing it or sexy times. I also didn't like explaining that I hurt my back from "trying really hard to orgasm." Ewwwwww. Sex is dirty unless I'm doing it.

The reason this matters is we started with Clomid again. I just finished my (what will probably be) last round at 250 mg for 5 days. Not wanting to do it and/or not, ahem, "finishing" while doing it, is going to make the next 14 days of doing it really, really hard.

(That's what she said.)

And, even if I switch to something that doesn't have the sexual side effects, it won't help in the near future because of Prozac's long half-life.

If this cycle fails then I'm switching because mama is grumpy and needs her sexy time.

I shared all of this because I thought you should know. Because I'm a giver. A generous giver. Only a ever a giver.

I'd like to receive now, please.

Rawr.