Today I had a fantasy where I suddenly was the recipient of a specific amount of BIG money and even though I am all about planning, researching, and saving to get my family relocated to a new school district for W, in my head the money was spent elsewhere.
In my head I had a fist-full of dollars and couldn’t call the clinic fast enough for the last, the final, the hail Mary FET.
I know it’s because I spent a good chunk of yesterday researching and writing about a new finding regarding music and embryos. One of the doctors on the research team for this study shared a video of an embryo growing to music and the song she used in her video was a Barry White song so of COURSE that made me think of my little frozen Barry White grown straws of embryos.
Well except there really aren’t straws plural now. Just the one left. One last hurrah and hope.
I want to peak to the end of the chapter and see what’s there. I will be lucky either way, but it is the not knowing doing some emotional work on me.
In other news I am still losing weight, but slowly. I am ok with slow. I have lost just over thirty pounds since April and I am really proud of myself. A lot of the weight change was from changes in my diet. But that is probably dull to hear about and I will spare you the dairy epiphanies. I do seem to have misplaced my gym mojo so I need to figure out where the fuck THAT is. I was on a good streak of working out immediately after dropping W off at school, but once the summer schedule hit W was home more and I needed to use the morning time to get work done.
Excuses, excuses, excuses.
The crummy part about being a tall lady is dropping weight and not seeing a change at all. I FEEL so much better (obviously – I am having fertility fantasies!), but when I look in the mirror I still think I look the same. If you asked someone who saw me in April to look at me now and tell you what is different I doubt they would say weight loss. (I have some awful hair happening…)
This doesn’t derail my enthusiasm for continuing to stay healthy and enjoy the slow weight loss, but I do lament my lack of a good “after” photo.
BlogHer is next week. I am so looking forward to meeting up with some of my favorite online friends. This year the conference will have a mentor program and I am really excited about that.
I should probably write more about BlogHer in a few days.
I would like some peach cobbler. (not a good idea, don’t worry, won’t happen)