So I’m still alive. I’m busy at my job which is great, I’m trying to keep busy at home. I’m obsessively reading old comics I like and blogs. It’s good as long as I don’t think too much about how I’m doing.
Yesterday I ran with my puppy for the first time since November. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, even though we only did about a mile and a quarter (she was pulling way too much and I wanted a short run). I feel a bit sore from it but look forward to running again tomorrow (it was cold today and I feel like being lazy).
I’m going to call the RE to get her to look at my polyp thing, hopefully to get it removed. I know that it’s probably nothing but my mom did have uterine cancer (stage 1) and needed a hysterectomy.
My mom also had trouble conceiving. It wasn’t until she had what they told her was a miscarriage (she had a month long period), and they did a D&C and pretty much boom, I’m here.
Part of me hopes the doctor finds something fixable to explain why I haven’t gotten pregnant yet. Seven cycles with only one test with two lines that was probably an evap line is really depressing. Part of me thinks that if we won the lottery and wanted to continue TTC, IVF would be the next step. I really regret how long it took us to get to an RE.
I may start the 30 day shred tomorrow after my jog too, just because I love hating Jillian Michaels.