So, yesterday, I was flipping out because I couldn't find my freaking last 2 Clomid.
We keep all our scrips in one corner of our kitchen counter. Because I get so few pills with the Clomid, the pharmacist doesn't put the pills in a little medicine bottle. He just puts the pills, still in their wrappers, in a bag for me and staples the relevant info to the bag.
The bag was not there. I checked on the floor. I checked everywhere. It was gone.
I asked Lo if she had thrown the bag out thinking it was just an empty bag. She insisted that she had not done so.
Um... it was in the recycle bin. In our kitchen still, thank goodness.
So, all is well. Maybe it was done by little gnomes that don't want us to get pg. But, I suspect, it was my wife, even if she doesn't remember doing it. I love you, Lo.