Dolce and Gabbanna

Never will I buy Dolce and Gabbanna goods.

My baby is not synthetic.

Thank you.

Guessing Game

ICLW starts tomorrow and I'm not sure that I'll be posting a blog tomorrow so this will have to do.  Hello to all my readers, first timers, and lurkers.

I'm guessing that I have about 18 more days until I do the transfer of the two 4AA blastocysts.

18 more days to try to lose the 7.2 pounds I deemed yesterday that would be necessary for my personal happiness.

Well I'm pleased to announce that this morning I lost another pound.  6.2 more pounds to go in 18 days.  This is going to be tough but if I just add in one more set of reps to each exercise I might be able to get more weight off next week.

I have to admit is is rather nice to see some of the paunch disappear.

As you ladies know, losing weight while on hormones isn't easy. 

Giving up chocolate has been a killer.  Yes, I gave up chocolate.  There isn't a little treat after each injection.  I just remind myself when the pain hits, and there has been a lot of cramping with the Alora patches, that I'm doing this for a damn good reason.

I'm getting vicious.  I really let into my husband this morning.  I've now lost control of my temper.  He knew this was going to happen at some point.  I said things that I should regret but I don't because they are my feelings.  I don't feel like what I'm going through is being appreciated by him.  He is so buried in his own work and studies that at times I think I'm nothing to him.  I know it isn't true and it is just the hormones.  I know that my husband does love me. He is just probably trying to stay out of my way so that he doesn't start an argument because he knows right now I'm really sensitive.  Inside the real me is being held hostage by the hormones.  I want to break out from this jail cell and be free but I know I just have to wait until the hormones parole me.

Hopefully I just had my last period for nine months.