Ever get those days, you know, when it seems everyone is driving you crazy. Your husband's count of "infractions" is up to three (today - that you know), your former assistant didn't keep a certain record you told her to keep so now you have to go redo her work, and you can't find a moment's peace to even get through your emails. One of those days when you just want to hide away somewhere, alone.
Today is one of those days.
I don't know if it hurts or hinders matters that upon realizing that I had six coffees yesterday (really, it was the realization that the large was a triple espresso and counts as three), I've decided that as I'm roughly 5 weeks out from my last chance frozen embryo transfer cycle, perhaps I should prepare to wean again. This is the third time I will give up my precious coffee, but unlike the last two attempts, I won't even replace it with decaf. This morning I had only one cup, but then my blood pressure was a bit low so I'm having a cup of chai tea too since Dr. Google tells me that caffeine withdrawal can lower blood pressure (since the caffeine raises it in the first place). I want to do this gradually, and two cups in the morning is my norm, but all week I've been grabbing that triple espresso while out and about without even thinking about it, and I've been out and about more this week than usual.
So, goodbye coffee, parting will be such sweet sorrow (as I drag it out over the next 5 weeks).