Finally
I was supposed to go to my OB/GYN today for bloodwork to (attempt) to figure out why my body is being so wonky. I started yesterday afternoon at school, which is good,I guess. So far the usual wretched pain, and uber bitchiness. Mean Mara almost made an appearance at dinner tonight. I would have scared the shit out of the lovely owner and his daughter of the Vietnamese restaurant that Big Al (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) chose.
We are going to our first appointment at the new reproductive endocrinologist on Wednesday. My OB/GYN recommended the Reproductive Science Centers of New England. My new doc's CA is pretty impressive. A co-worker saw me faxing stuff to them today and raved about her experience with them. In fact, 5 women at my work used them, and 4 ended up pregnant. Sounds good to me! At this point, though, I just really want to get my body working the way that it is supposed to again. I forget what healthy feels like.
As always, JP has been a champ through this. Cuddles when I need, an understanding ear when I rail and cry about my body's inability to regulate itself, hot water bottles at the ready when I arrive home. I am so very, very happy to spend the rest of my life with this man.
My New Year's resolution is to take really great care of myself. I have been eating super well, and I even worked out on Wednesday, which felt awesome. (First time in like 6 months!) I am hoping that I am not in too much pain so that I can go to the gym tomorrow.
So why am I typing this at 11.30 at night? I finally caved in after dinner and took a Vicodin to manage the pain, as the heat therapy just wasn't enough. Now that I'm not in pain, I have energy to do something. (It really is amazing how much energy is zapped when your body is trying to deal with pain.) Only, its 11.30 on a Friday, my fiance is knocked out and cutting timber, and my sister is unreachable at the moment. So a post to livejournal it is.
We are going to our first appointment at the new reproductive endocrinologist on Wednesday. My OB/GYN recommended the Reproductive Science Centers of New England. My new doc's CA is pretty impressive. A co-worker saw me faxing stuff to them today and raved about her experience with them. In fact, 5 women at my work used them, and 4 ended up pregnant. Sounds good to me! At this point, though, I just really want to get my body working the way that it is supposed to again. I forget what healthy feels like.
As always, JP has been a champ through this. Cuddles when I need, an understanding ear when I rail and cry about my body's inability to regulate itself, hot water bottles at the ready when I arrive home. I am so very, very happy to spend the rest of my life with this man.
My New Year's resolution is to take really great care of myself. I have been eating super well, and I even worked out on Wednesday, which felt awesome. (First time in like 6 months!) I am hoping that I am not in too much pain so that I can go to the gym tomorrow.
So why am I typing this at 11.30 at night? I finally caved in after dinner and took a Vicodin to manage the pain, as the heat therapy just wasn't enough. Now that I'm not in pain, I have energy to do something. (It really is amazing how much energy is zapped when your body is trying to deal with pain.) Only, its 11.30 on a Friday, my fiance is knocked out and cutting timber, and my sister is unreachable at the moment. So a post to livejournal it is.