Merry Christmas!

We've had an awful Christmas vacation so far. It all started with a broken plane when leaving town. We were rebooked about 4 times. We were scheduled to leave Tucson around 10am and didn't leave until 4pm. When we were last booked for a flight, they couldn't get us all the way to Missouri that day and gave us vouchers for a hotel and meal in Dallas. We got to Dallas and when we went to retrieve our luggage that was to be checked to Dallas, there was no luggage. We wanted to go stand by on the last two flight to Missouri but had to run back through security and all the way through the terminals to get to the gate. We missed the first flight but the gate agent said there were multiple people that weren't going to make the next connection. By this point, it was 9pm and all restaurants in the terminal were closed and we hadn't had food since 11am. Of course on my new diet the snacks available in the shops were not kosher with what I was allowed to eat. After a long, frustrating wait we did make it on the last flight of the day and made it to Missouri by 11pm.

Once in the airport, we didn't have luggage which wasn't much of a surprise. I stood in line for a hour to report the missing bags then headed to my Mom's house. We got in about 1am after making a pit-stop for a midnight dinner at McDonald's. I was back up at 6am to go with my niece to her horse riding lesson. The stables are only 20 minutes from the airport so despite my lack of sleep, I needed a ride to the airport to check the first flight of the day. The luggage was there and things were looking up...or so we thought.

When we finally got back to my Mom's house and began to unpack one bag had been rummaged through and all of our stocking stuffers for the girls of the family were gone. Stolen. Some jackass went through our bags and took a ziploc full of cosmetic stuff.

I just moved up to 3 Metformin caplets a day so all this stress and crappy meals have led to a very unhappy tummy. To add to all of that, my period showed up Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas to me, right?

I suppose I should be happy and thankful that my body is working on its own and with just the Metformin. It's just hard to look on the bright side when a Christmas BFP would have meant so much to our family. It looks like I'll be seeing Dr. H as soon as we return to AZ!