Definitely not platinum; not even white gold. But as my mom likes to say, "beggars can't be choosers," so I guess I'll take it. I had a sex dream the other night. It has been many, many months since I've had any sexy-type dreams. And then I had another one last night! I'm hoping that this is a positive sign and that the testosterone might finally be doing something in my body. I used to have sex dreams all the time and then they just stopped (I can't even remember how long it's been). Now if I could just have sexy day dreams that would be awesome.
I also joined a book club recently. I love to read and I decided that it would be nice to read a book and have a group of people with whom to talk to about it (especially since all my friends live in other states and I basically have no one to hang out with except my husband.) I think that the book club has lifted my spirits as well. I think just being able to hang out with some women and talk about books and movies for several hours has been really mentally healing for me. I've met with them twice. I hope that the book club continues to be a relaxing outlet for me to just hang out and be normal for a few hours.
I have been in a deeply dark place for a long while now. I have been feeling a little less sorry for myself in, like, the last few days. I hope it continues. I still try not to think about the hard stuff too much - it just brings me down. If I start thinking about my gigantic fear that I will never want sex again I start to panic. If I think about how my clock is ticking and how much I want to have children I start to panic. If I look around my tiny apartment and really see the massive clutter everywhere I start to panic. But at least now I have something to distract me: books. Books, TV, movies, and sewing projects (and this blog) are definitely my coping mechanisms. I can escape into another world for at least a little while.