debtPosted: April 15, 2008
Oh, yes, my friends, I owe y’all a post. I do. There’s no news, though.
I’m back at work after a week of vacation. It’s fine. Work is fine.
Femara is also fine – no side effects and the pills are tiny and easy to swallow. There’s one left. I bought yet another box of opks (at $20 a pop I should have bought stock in the company) because I’ll need to go get wanded at the first sign of a surge. I fear the weekend will fuck me up here. But really, who the fuck cares because I’m not inseminating this cycle. Ok, I do care. As does my dear RE.
Old Clear Blue and I are on the outs. Again. It’s me, not her. Well, I guess as in any relationship, it takes two. There’s some debate about if monitors work when one is taking femara. So I am not to count on CB, which is no real hardship because I have such a long-standing, if non-monogamous, relationship with the opks. Plus, old Clear Blue did me wrong last month. Wrong. I never got a peak. Never. So I gave up. And here is where we get to my part in this downturn of our relationship – I did not ever hit the “M button” to reset everything for CD 1. Oops. So I did that this morning. Old Clear Blue says CD 6, but really, it’s CD 8. Clearly we have some communications issues in our relationship. Maybe some couples therapy…. Or maybe I could just fucking get knocked up already and past the motherfucker on to my ex gf.
Non ttc news – CLAW was great, and I am late with my Under Teh Table post, but I’ll get on it. My hair is dyed (and cut – whew!), but the tattoo has not materialized yet. This week, though.