Stupid hormones

Cycle 32 started Friday. It’s a good thing and a sad thing. Sad because it means I’m still not pregnant, but good because my period needed to come before my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday.

Thursday night when I reached my parking spot and had the car turned off, I dug through the CDs in my car. I put the Natural Born Killers soundtrack in my player and then turned off the car. Friday morning rolls around and as I start driving to work, I turn the “radio” on, forgetting I had put in a CD. The first song to come up was Leonard Cohen’s Waiting for the Miracle. I’ve always loved this song (and L. Cohen’s voice) since I first heard it. Only, on this day, I start crying as I listen to the song! Not sure why, but some of the lyrics just struck my hormonal mood and I cried. I sure felt stupid crying, but what could I do?

Leonard Cohen – “Waiting For The Miracle”

Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting night and day.
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I’m up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
You wouldn’t like it here.
There ain’t no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do.
I haven’t been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you’ve been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you’re begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you’ve got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let’s get married,
we’ve been alone too long.
Let’s be alone together.
Let’s see if we’re that strong.
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do …

When you’ve fallen on the highway
and you’re lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you’re doing
of course you’ll say you can’t complain —
If you’re squeezed for information,
that’s when you’ve got to play it dumb:
You just say you’re out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

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