Oh, hai, 10DPO!
Today’s the moment of truth: dun-dun-dun!
(I figure if I make fun of myself a little, I can handle the disappointment with better humor. We’ll see.)
It’s also a moment of truth because I’ve been using the progesterone that the RE gave me in December. Since 3DPO. Everyone says it’s messy, but honestly, I haven’t had a problem. Makes me wonder if my body really needed it. But if I start spotting tonight (I was cramping yesterday), I’ll be all Prince Humperdinck-like:
In other RE news, my poor husband actually had to deliver two samples. The first came in a little low in motility (though apparently he had five times the optimal amount, which made him go: YUP). We still don’t know the numbers of the second sample, but the nurse said it was “much improved.” I apparently still need to get a Pap smear (last year’s didn’t count, somehow; my doctor says she never did one, but you never forget that year-to-year). I can’t do that until this cycle is over. We need to decide on genetic testing (meh). Then we can go in for our follow-up consult. Timing!
In the meantime, as that rolls along on its slow pace, things have continued nicely in other areas.
The breaks I took for my cold proved wise: it was short lived in the end. I did some speed work Wednesday night that felt fantastic; I ended up doing one more interval than I had planed to do (within the training schedule parameters, though). My running prowess and love are coming back, slowly but surely, and I’m enjoying it. For funsies, I signed up for the Philadelphia Broad Street Run lottery; I then had the brilliant idea of doing one 10-mile race every month one year. Not 2014, as January is gone, and not 2015, as I think it’ll still be the Year of the Kid, but maybe 2016 or 2017? Hmm … Anyway, my long run this week will be 5.5 or 6 miles; I’m looking forward to getting out there and racking up the miles. Right now, I want to hug running and never let it go.
Despite a lackluster walk schedule this week thanks to icy sidewalks and sickness, I did manage to get some walking miles in (they felt good this morning after yesterday’s speed work). Accompanying me on my walk was my new O.G. bag in navy from Lo & Sons. It’s huge, of course, but that’s a plus when you’re walking 1.5 miles and don’t have the use of your panniers. I lugged up a bunch of books to add to my work bookshelf, and the O.G. passed a crucial test on the way home yesterday (one of which I’m sure the Lo & Sons designers did not intend): it carried, without space issues, a six-pack of beer. Yes, this is how I choose my bags—their capacity to carry beer. It was this or a backpack, and while backpacks have served me well in the past, I want something a little more fashion-forward. My husband was quite impressed with it. When I said I was happy it could fit a pack of beer, he said, “At least that! Hell, you could put a baby in there.” That’s where his brain is, too. (And I do anticipate using it as a diaper bag one day).
And now, it’s Friday. I await the husband’s arrival, and then we’ll be hitting the gym, followed by a relaxed dinner. It’ll be a good weekend, even if there’s a bummer of a moment if this cycle ends. Why? Because I’ve got the husband, Prince Humperinck, Lo & Sons, running … and you, boos. ;) Have a great weekend!