My awesome fitness/diet regime is perking right along. I've been going to my office gym 2-3 times a week. The first couple times I went on the treadmill I couldn't manage a proper jog, because I would get jabbing pains in my butt where all the progesterone-shot-induced welts were still hanging around. So I switched over to the elliptical trainer. Now I've lost a few pounds (less painful jiggling!) and the welts have gone away, so I can trot on a treadmill like the wanna-be hamster that I am. My pants fit me again and I feel much better about myself.
My awesome research proposal has been funded! Most of the actual work will be contracted out, so I get to be the fancy scientist lady bossing people around and taking credit for it all. Is it too soon to nominate myself for a Nobel prize? Hmmm.. maybe wait until after our first team meeting tomorrow.
My awesome hubby, Mr. Foxy, has been mysteriously and uncharacteristically helpful around the house lately. He actually baked sugar cookies with Waffle Girl one day when I was at work. I walked in the house and was utterly perplexed by that lovely food-like odor. In getting ready for the girl's birthday this weekend, he actually cleaned the bathroom; afterward, he did all the dishes and took out the trash. Lord, please don't let this be a fluke.
Our awesome plan to procreate again is back on track. I went in to see Dr. Snaggletooth a couple weeks ago, as required before starting a frozen embryo transfer (FET) cycle. I went to the appointment solo, 'cause there wasn't anything major to discuss. Mr. Foxy is oblivious to most details of IF treatment, so I like to toy with him a little:
So that's our deal. I took my first BCP today. I'm supposed to start Lupron shots on 12/26 (Merry Christmas!), go in for baseline ultrasound and bloodwork on 12/31 (Happy New Year!), and I guess we're looking at an FET around January 20th-ish. Awesome.