Nursery Rhymes

For those of you actually looking for a rhyme or two, sorry, that was just my attempt at a clever post title.

We've spent much of the last two days putting down a new floor in an upstairs room that was originally an office, then a child's room during the tenure of the previous owner, then an office again until a couple months ago. Now its being transformed into my dressing area. White-washed pine laminate floor and purple walls. I'm glad to have something accomplished, but...

THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE NURSERY.

Yesterday I cried on and off, I haven't (yet) today but still feeling very sad. The thought even crossed my mind to just stop right now and not even do the final Clomid/Gonal-F/IUI cycle. I've already paid for and received the meds. In the end I'm sure I'll go ahead with it, I'm just glad I don't have to make that decision today. My poor husband. I'm not much of a companion right now.