Yesterday, I got an email from a dedicated reader (Hi, Kate!) who said that I'm taking this whole thing in stride; she said, 'You sound remarkably sane and realistic as you move into month #2.' I have been repeating this sentence to Karen hourly since I read it, because she knows the truth: For the first twelve hours of this cycle, I was a mopey and unhappy and just generally unfun to be around. I like to think that I've matured since
You also may notice our new banner! (Yey, new banner!) Karen began drawing a little dry-erase calendar on day one last cycle, and every day I took clomid, she added little baby heads around her famous kitty faces. We'd change the cycle day every morning, and that became a piece of our routine. Now we still have that drawing, and we figured that it would make a good little welcome mat. She brought it into Photoshop and worked on it for about half an hour last night (the girl has skills in that program, btw) and before long it no longer looked like a dry-erase fridge decoration. I we did notice a few things:
And, to prove that not everything here is made up, an actual picture of the fridge:
Have a nice weekend, everybody!
Update: My acronym disorder comes from reading too many TTC blogs -- just yesterday I learned that DH does not mean Designated Hitter, but dear husband. Who knew?