Rubella

So...it's 11/7 and I'm starting clomid tonight in the hopes of having an IUI done this cycle. However, we're waiting to see if I am immune to Rubella first. If not, then I will get a booster shot and put off trying to concieve until December. If I am immune, then I will begin ultrasounds and bloodwork next friday to determine if I have any mature eggs to trigger the following week.

I never thought in a million years that my "undetermined" test result for being a immune or not immune to Rubella would stand in my way. Oh well, in God's hands...always has, always will.

Ah-ha moment!

So, in the morning when I brush my teeth, I often think about what I’ll eat for breakfast once I get to work. Today it dawned on me that for the past week or so I haven’t been craving any food or really been starving for that matter. Then it hit me that aside from my meals, I haven’t been snacking at all…not by choice…just by nature. So then I realized that ever since I up’d my metformin to 1000mg, I haven’t been as hungry! The Dr. had told me back in November that the metformin may help me lose weight since it suppresses your appetite but it just hit me this morning that that’s the reason. So, I of course got out my trusty scale and low and behold, I’ve lost 3.8 lb’s since last week! Go me!

TGIPD!!!!!!

THANK GOD IT'S PAY DAY!!!!!!!!

Phew...

So, it's Friday...I was off of work yesterday so of course getting back to my desk you would have thought I had a fan club with all the e-mails waiting for me! Except for, instead of fans, they're people wanting to know where a report is, or just to yell at me cause they know they are the real one to blame but decide to take it out on me. I'm someone who will ALWAYS admit when I'm at fault. Why try to remember all the lies when you can tell the truth and be done with it? I've found that most people stop yelling once you're at the point of saying "you're right...I was wrong...what can I do to fix it?"

Riddle for the day: A man stands looking at a picture of another man and says 'brothers and sisters I have none, but that man's father is my father's son.' Who's in the picture?

Leave me your guesses on our community board on babycenter if you're dying to know the answer! I had to explain it to a guy at work for like 25 minutes today at lunch. I mean, I feel like I didn't even eat at the buffet!

Jazzercise Round 2

So, my friend and I joined Jazzercise this past Tuesday and we agreed to go tonight. Well...turns out she had a going away party for a co-worker so she wasn't able to make it! Does anyone realize how much it hurts mentally and emotionally to force yourself to go to workout on your own? Oh the anguish! So I get there and it's a new girl...new music, new moves, etc, etc, etc, ouch, ouch, double ouch! I'm pretty sure my legs are still at their facility melted into a muscle puddle. BUT...I feel good! I ate Jimmy John's 2 hours before working out to make sure I didn't get sick and so then I'd be full and wouldn't have to eat before but now I'm pretty sure I'm going to divulge in a bowl of protein plus special k... That's right people, I'm living on the edge! Whew...fat free milk too...watch out now!

I'm typing this in my office at home and the window is open and it's dark out. You know how if the light is on you, then you can't see outside??? Ever wonder who's watching and what they're saying? I'm pretty sure they're saying "she needs to sit up straight, not look so focused, and clean her damn office!"

On that note...I'm going to go curl up with my bowl of cereal, on the couch and resting my numb legs!

About me

My husband Dave and I met on New Years Eve of 2002. We dated for 2 years before we got engaged and spent next 18 months planning our wedding. The best day of our lives took place on July 1, 2006 and we will never forget our wedding day! In May of 2007, we began trying for a family. After 6 months of trying I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). We were recently put on medication to help the process along. This blog is to share our stories on the journey to becoming parents.