Mondays are always NUTS at my job, and it’s really inconvenient that I need a good day or two to get myself back into work mode. There is a ton on my to-do list, far too much for the next 3.5 hours, but instead I’m blogging. And for the record I’ve already online shopped, facebooked, zillowed, texted, and read all the advice columns I can find.
So this blog has been silent lately mostly because there has not been much to tell. Ryan continues to feed his body clean foods and steer clear of alcohol. He hasn’t been perfect, but he’s lost 20 lbs! This has been good for me, too, since it’s teaching me how to live the clean-eating healthy lifestyle. If all goes as planned and we have a kid, I want that kid to have the best in utero health and the best education growing up on how to feed it’s body. The hardest part for me has been staying away from sugar and desserts. Red meat, fried foods, potato chips, none of it really calls my name. I love fruits and vegetables and whole grains. But I really love chocolate, frozen yogurt, cake and pie even more.
Anyway, I’m supposed to start my period in a week, which is maybe why listing off desserts sounds like a good idea. Once I do, I’m supposed to call Kaiser and schedule a “trial transfer/ saline sonogram.” Then, assuming all goes well, we sign up for the IVF schedule in the last week of July, and pay $13,200 up front for one cycle of IVF with ICSI.
Perhaps as we get closer to it we will feel more nervous, but for the time being Ryan and I are cool as cucumbers. It’s been a looong road to get to this point (and we’ve gotten farther than this in that other cycle in Fall 2015), so we just aren’t ready to let our emotions go haywire. What’s another few months? What’s another unexpected delay? We’ll get the when we get there.
We FINALLY sold our house. It took us 4 months and 3 escrows, and miraculously the owners of the new house patiently waited for us that whole time. We moved in two weeks ago, and are surrounded by lumber and tools and sawdust and heinous wall paper, but it’s totally ok, because the construction zone won’t last forever, and we have the most serene, jungle-like back yard. In the mornings I can hear the creek and the birds chirping through the bathroom window, and it’s pure and utter peace. Ryan and I are still looking at each other in disbelief. We half way expect someone to show up and say “Wait a minute, that was a mistake, this transaction needs to be reversed.” How we traded in our urban 900 sqft, 100-year-old Craftsman for a 3bd/2ba Ranch with a sprawling, totally private backyard is beyond me.
We had to wait for it, and it was hard. But it was good for us, since our waiting muscles are really strong right now.