So, in essence, I guess if I go stuff chocolate ice cream in my mouth while laying on the couch watching Tila Tequila, I'll be pregnant in a flash.
Seriously, I really liked her, and she is going to work with me throughout my IVF, which statistically improves our chances. I guess this is my chance to learn to relax a little...that's what this whole infertility thing keeps coming back to...
1. AF officially arrived. She never ceases to shock the hell out of me when she gets here, and I hate her more and more each month. I find that she is particularly brutal after a month of injectibles.
2. The following conversation with one of my staff, first thing this morning at work:
Me: Good Morning.
Staff: Hi, I have news I just know you'll love, and it's not work-related.
Me (cringing): Oh, really?
Staff: Yes, I'm pregnant! I don't want to get too excited yet....
The remainder of the conversation was me convincing her to phone her doctor to discuss her worries while trying to maintain a neutral facial expression as AF slowly began overtaking my body with cramps.
Well, I guess there is a silver lining to all of this - I'm on my period, and I've just been given official permission to devour a pan full of brownies. I'm off to gain 15 or so...