Hurry Up and Wait

Tuesday, June 25th, 2013.  CD18, 2DPO.

Howdy, friends.

I hope you all had fantastic Summer Solstice SuperMoon weekends!  …I know I did!

I’m drowning in work these days, so this will probably be a pretty short, stream of consciousness-type update.

Here goes…

I wrapped up the follicular half of my cycle over the weekend, which was a blessed relief.  I actually got a positive OPK – a blaring positive! – without a trigger and everything!  Despite the length and multiple hardships of this journey, it’s nice to know that my body occasionally knows what to do on its own.

Based on OPK results (I had positives on Saturday and Sunday mornings), and temps (they stayed low all weekend and SHOT up on Monday morning!), I am guessing that ovulation took place sometime on Sunday.  The husband and I timed things fairly well over the weekend, despite the fact that we spent Saturday night sleeping on an air mattress at my parents’ house.

Speaking of which, we had a nice weekend out in The Homeland with my family.  We had some family photos taken on Saturday out at the property where my grandma lived when she was alive.  It’s nice out there… it feels like home.  Very nature-y and full of wildlife, like deer, foxes, owls…

…Coyotes, bobcats… and bears.

Yeah.  Bears.

Apparently my dad has seen a black  bear in the area on and off over the years.  We were lucky not to encounter said bear while we were out there taking pictures, but our idiotic dog found a large pile of bear crap and immediately rolled around in it.

Seriously.  He went from frolicking in the wildflowers like some Laura Ingalls Wilder shit, to rolling, and covering himself, in bear excrement.

Oh, and for the record?  Bear shit is possibly the worst-smelling thing you can imagine.  Probably worst than you can actually imagine.  It defies logic how badly our dog smelled after his odoriferous roll in the grass.

Luckily enough, we weren’t terribly far from my parents’ house and bathtub, and after a ten minute long, very smelly drive, we were able to give him a bath in every chemical imaginable and defeat the horrifying odor.

Thankfully, or it would have been an exceptionally  L  O  N  G  four-hour drive home!

So that was my weekend.  Wildflowers and bear shit and rolling in the hay.

This was the idyllic scene just before my dog bounded through here, covered in the excrement of a large omnivore.

Gooooooood times.

Now that I’m back to reality, I made a call to Dr. F’s office today, attempting to move up my laparoscopy…

No go.

My meeting with the good doctor still stands at July 25th, a whole month away, and at that time, she will schedule my lap surgery.  The nurse I spoke to today thinks that it will be in August, but she couldn’t be sure.  I expressed my need to have this surgery completed before the summer ends, so I’m hopeful that they get the point.

I’m eager to get this thing over with, and I keep getting told to wait a little longer.  Gah!

Of course, I’ll continue to call for cancellations.  I’m not one to give up, you know.  😉

So that’s that.

The rest of June and the first week in July will be spent in TWW Hell.  I’ll probably attempt another Femara cycle in July since I have nothing better to do than wait around.  And hopefully August will bring a surgical solution to the mystery issues with my girly bits.

Yay, summer!

Blerg.