The last couple of weeks I’ve been planning for a positive outcome for my fertility treatments (more on that in a moment)…but I’ve also been planning for events, should the treatments work, I’ll need to cancel or reevaluate.
Why am I doing this? Because I’ve put my life on hold several times in the past couple of years either because I became pregnant or we were in the process of trying.
My husband and I have plans to return to Walt Disney World in the fall for The Food And Wine Festival at EPCOT. We had an amazing time last year and when (if) we go this year, I’m sure it’ll be just as great.
I’ve put my deposit down on the hotel. I’ve begun planning what parks I want to go to on what days, where I want to dine and when (even though we can’t make reservations until 180 day out!). Which day we want to go back to Universal to see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter expansion. I even know which is our quiet pool day. Doing this keeps me calm. This is how I compartmentalize.
I’m seriously looking forward to it, but I totally hope we don’t go.
TMI for those who don’t what to read about girly issues….
Now, for anyone who may be going through this, this is what is happening so far…
We are beginning daily, multiple injections shortly after my cycle begins. (for the very first time, in the last 3 years I am praying for my period to come! Weird!)
In the mean time, I’ve applied, and been approved for Family Medical Leave because I will erratically have to see my doctor and I can’t pre-plan around those appointments with my job. I’ll often only know a day or 2 in advance when I’ll need to be seen. My employer has been incredible. I’ve asked for concessions regarding being able to receive some of my injections while on the job (because I can’t self administer all of them), rather than calling out, leaving early or coming in late and they are being incredibly flexible. I really do feel like I work for the best company in the world.
So hopefully, in the next couple of days, I get to start being stabbed with small metal spikes in both my stomach and ass, frequently, so that I won’t be able to imbibe in alcohol, caffeine or sushi (and so many other things) for more than a year and be tied down to a needy crying, pooping, little human for 18 (or more) years. Oh, and have to call Disney and let them know that I need to cancel my plans for Food and Wine, because life got in the way.
Sounds like paradise.
I hope you haven’t been sitting on the edge of you seats waiting for my infrequent posts….
We’ve reached the next step. I’ve had an incredible number of tests, related to both my infertility and my genetic condition. It’s been a long road but I’m clear to begin fertility treatments on my next cycle.
I don’t want to get into to many gory details just yet. Just cross your fingers and toes. Let’s see what the next few months bring us.
I don’t believe much in New Years Resolutions because when I make them and don’t follow through, I feel like a big failure. I’m not much in the way of failing, so I usually just avoid stating them outright.
This year I posted some goals on this site (including writing this blog at least once a week…oops!) and haven’t really talked about them since.
The biggest, and most important thing, at least in my mind, was making this “The Year of the Hodge Podge”. Tom and I want to be happy, healthy and comfortable, seem easy enough.
In the last 10 years or so I’ve gained more weight then I’m happy with. They’re totally “Happy lbs.”. You know, married to my love, feeling mostly fulfilled, and eating out more than I probably should. A couple of years ago I’d crossed over the 200 line and stayed there, inching up little by little.
It was hard for me. I don’t feel I judge people by their weight, but I certainly spend a great deal of time with people who are thin and model-like. I even know a few real, professional models. Models and cosplayers pose for my husband for art reference. I knew it got bad when I began to truly avoid cameras being pointed at me at conventions, I dread the tag requests I get on Facebook after every event. That girl, in those pictures, isn’t the girl I see in my head. So, I take the peek-a-boo approach…if I can’t see it, it isn’t there!
So to the point (finally!)…in the last couple of months, I’ve been watching what I eat, and working out, mostly on our wii fit and walking. I’m not being crazy about it, making changes I’ll be comfortable sticking with in the long-term. I’ve mostly cut dairy out of my diet. Started taking vitamins, which is a huge deal because I hate even taking Tylenol, now I take several pills every morning.
As of today’s weigh-in I’ve lost 19 lbs!
I’ve been under 200 for the last couple of weeks and sill inching down. At work, I started at a costume size 22 (Disney’s costume sizes are larger than the real world sizing that you might find in a store). I’m comfortably wearing a size 18 now, and will soon be in a 16.
I have containers in the garage of cloths I’d sized out of in the last few years and I’m thinking it may be time to go through them as the jeans in my closet that were way too tight a couple of months ago are kinda loose on me now.
So there you have it…so far I’ve lost about 10% of my body weight and I have no intention of finding it again.