August 20th, 2011. CD17.
Seriously. I haven’t had this much sex since college. My girl-parts are getting as much of a work-out as the rest of my body is from moving heavy objects. Sheesh. Our timing is much better this month, and I triggered on Wednesday without flinching. I’m getting the hang of this, but I hope that injecting myself with ovulation-inducing medications is a skill I will be able forget soon enough.
Temp rose nicely this morning, so I will probably be able to report an accurate DPO by Monday. Progesterone test on Wednesday, and beta a week thereafter. This cycle is coming right along.
Oh, and I’m the busiest EVER right now. I can’t imagine doing all of this while working full time, but starting Monday, that will be my reality. I’m terrified, and nervous, and freaking excited.
The move is nearing completion. Well, the move out is nearing completion… The move in is going to take some time. We have a bed set up and half the paint on the walls, though, so it could be worse. Our cats are currently living in another city in their own apartment, so that’s going to have to be remedied soon. Perhaps tomorrow. …I wonder if the dog’s crate will work to transport Charlie?
My family is coming to visit this weekend, so that will be nice. I haven’t seen them in ages. I really can’t remember the last time we were all together, and that’s sad. Plans for tomorrow include back-to-school shopping with my mom and sister (my mom works at a school, and my sister is in middle school… and I’m starting a new job, which is pretty much like going back to school… right?), and sending the husband with my dad to pick up a washer and dryer for us so we can stop using my poor mother-in-law’s facilities to wash pet hair out of our rugs. Poor woman.
As for today, I am about to wake the husband so he can help me shop and fill our sad empty cupboards with delicious yum-yums that I won’t have time to cook for at least a week. On second thought, maybe we should buy some TV dinners or something… Better put that on the list. We are also baby-sitting our two small nephews this afternoon, which should be super fun!
…Also, do they call it “baby-sitting” because when the kids don’t mind, you just sit on them? …I’m an awesome aunt. And I bet I’ll be an even better mom one day. Tee hee.
*(If my lovely sister-in-law is reading this, don’t worry. I promise I won’t sit on your kids!)
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