A few months ago two of my friends decided they would come visit me and we'd all do a 1/2 marathon. Then it looked like our whole frozen embryo cycle timing would make it so I couldn't do the race so I held off registering. And to be honest, training. One of my friends went skiing a month ago and tore her ACL and had to have surgery so she was out. And the other one sprained her ankle, so I thought well, good thing I haven't been doing any long runs because it looks like we aren't doing that race. Turns out sprained ankle friend is also "I really need some motivation to jump start my running" friend so the race was still on. So the past few Sundays I did 10 mile runs and hoped that I wouldn't finish the race in a pool of my own vomit. The only redeeming factor would be that since my knee injury friend couldn't get her money back, I was running as her so it wouldn't be my identity I would be tarnishing. I'm happy to say I finished in an ok time (2:09) and vomit free! And that night as a reward I got to start the PIO injections in anticipation of the FET on the following Tuesday.
Out of 3 frozen embryos, 2 survived the thaw. One looked good and one looked ok so they transferred both. Oy do I love my RE. Seriously, there is no one better suited to their line of work than him. Beta is in a week. I'm feeling pretty indifferent about the whole thing, my luck is so crappy that I don't even get my hopes up anymore which is fine because as luck would have it my mom was visiting and she had enough optimism for all of us. Do not underestimate the power of positive thinking of a grandma who has waited in her words "FOR-EVER" for grandchildren. Grandma left yesterday so she also requested that we pretend yesterday was Easter so she could participate in the easter egg hunt. Since she bought all the candy and toys and eggs and I am the person who (instead of going to church) dropped my friend off at church on Palm Sunday, we consented.
The easter bunny also brought an easel from IKEA, even he knows a good scandinavian deal when he sees it. So that's today's thing that doesn't suck, because as you can see, the toddler liked it. She also liked using the dry erase marker to write on the wood of the easel, something that instead of admonishing grandma laughed at. Kindly refrain from pointing out that the toddler is not wearing pants. That's because for some insane reason when she goes to the bathroom she insists on taking off her underwear, rubber pants, pants, shoes, and socks. And do you know how many times an almost 2 year old goes to the bathroom? So by the end of the day we've pretty much ditched pants. We need more dresses.
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