We're on the home stretch for our new home. This doesn't mean that things have gotten easier...it's been a very hectic and super stressful week.
I'm doing horribly with WOW...another week of drinking every night...I tell myself it's a reward I deserve after long, hard days. Not like I used to, but still. And we've been eating out every night too...this is bad for my weight even when I order good things (which I virtually always do). At least I'm still exercising (although after tonight I'm temporarily gym-less).
And I got my period today...I think. Even though I'm on hormones which are supposed to make it like clockwork, it's not. I'm 10 days late...I spot often...and I don't even really know what to do about hormone dosage because you usually do it around the days of the month and now mine is all wacky. I need to make an appointment with my gyne to figure this all out, but I have to pay her up front and get reimbursed and right now I don't have the hundreds of dollars to do that comfortably (gotta save it all for the new house, moving expenses, etc.).
Every day I think "one day closer to home". And I smile through the gritted teeth of yet another day of the rollercoaster. And then I remind myself that, after all, DB is "home" to me...