pill poppin' day

I'm starting to get the feeling from 'the internets' that my current protocol is not the standard, most cautious procedure, but I took all my le.tro.zole tonight. And tried to think positive thoughts. I have a party to go to about an hour away, but seriously considering staying in tonight (by which I mean I've been in my pajamas since 4 pm).

It's days like today when I really wished we lived together. Jim Dear has been happy to delegate all the details of our treatment to me (something I'm not always thrilled about), but I'm sure if I told him that these meds were awful and miserable, I'd get a long massage and probably dinner in bed. Oh, and he could go out in the rain and rent a movie.

I had hoped to have good news on the diet, but not quite there yet. I started at around 145 and I was hoping to be back in the 130s after 3 weeks of hunger, but not quite. The scale's stuck on 140. Oh well. Here's to gaining it all back soon.

There seems to be a trope of bloggers whose partners object to their reading some many blogs and becoming too engrossed in other people's struggles. Mine certainly does, and wasn't too thrilled about my blog, although he finally agreed it was fine without photos or my real name. But there is something so nice about forgetting about the IF occasionally. Yesterday night I landed up at dinner next to the wife of a graduate student from another school. This is often a recipe for disaster, as you don't have much to say. But we were having a very nice conversation about the challenges of dual careers, and she asked about kids. And maybe it was the fact that this restaurant happened to have a salad I could eat, and I'd decided to splurge and consume my fish for the month (oh, eating makes me so happy when it includes forbidden foods), but I smiled and said that we wanted kids. She of course asked when, and how we'd fit that into our careers. And I just smiled and said as soon as possible (like, uh, maybe conception around next Thursday night or Friday morning would be perfect, but anyway) and that we'd figure it out. And because she doesn't know about our treatments, I didn't have to justify our decision to do IF treatments or talk about it all. And the conversation actually made me feel good. Because this is a normal thing to do, and the frustration and drugs will all be a distant memory someday if it works.