General update

Life is, well life. It's never easy and always throwing loops at me. I start school again tomorrow, what joy what fun. The downer for that is that my course has 2 sections in it, this term I was placed in section 101, while the two friends I made last term are still in section 102 (that's the section I was in last term). I will know two girls in the new section at least, but I'm not looking forward to dealing with the one girl. I am not sure I mentioned her here, but I was in 2 group projects with her and she needed to be told exactly what to do! She admitted that she likes being dictated to. Seriously? Oh and she doesn't know how to use email! She's under the deluded impression that she can tell her boss (if she ever gets a job in the field) that she will not be using email. Good luck with that lady.
This chemo for my Dad has been working and he qualified for the stem cell transplant. He was unsure at first, so had a consult with the doc that would be doing the transplant. After the consult, he decided that it just wasn't worth it. Then his main doc called him at home and talked him into having it. So he starts the process on Jan 15th with 3 days of chemo to get him ready for harvesting stem cells. Then on Feb 5th he goes into the hospital and starts the process of wiping his immune system followed by the actual transplant. He'll be in isolation for a month starting Feb 5th. Joy. The wiping of the immune system could kill him, so my entire family is on edge.
Now for IF stuff: I go for my ultrasound in 3 days. I've got so many mixed emotions that I can't tell what I'm feeling! I'm on cd124. Yup. Triple digits! I've never gone this long without a cycle starting. I'm so scared that something major is going to be wrong and I'll end up having a hysterectomy! Crazy, I know, but this whole no AF and pain is making my anxiety skyrocket.
On top of all of this, I keep having crazy dreams. In one, I'm in a doctors office and a lady whom I'm assuming is the doctor was holding up some paperwork in front of me and pointing at various numbers and telling me what they mean. She gets to one labelled 'PH' and tells me that that number there tells her that I'm pregnant. When I start crying she suddenly spazzed out on me, screaming that I should be happy and not blubbering away like a child and that I had no right to be sad. When I tried to tell her I was crying from happiness, she said there was no such thing as happy tears. I have no clue what happened next, but that seriously freaked me out.
In another, I was being carted away to the nuthouse because I was going around telling everyone I could see that I was pregnant. As they were locking me up, they told me that there was no way I could be pregnant, because I'd had a hysterectomy the year before. I woke up at that point, but still, crazy!
I am just a ball of emotional crazy right now. Luckily I haven't spazzed out on anyone, yet.
Oh, and I have been reading journals, just haven't got much to say lately. I'm sorry about that, but I will start making the effort to comment on journals as I see them!