Springtime is the best time
Welp, the post from Instagram directly to Flickr function appears to not be working today…I tried restarting my computer AND phone, no dice. So I am using the embedding directly from Instagram function instead. Huh? Hi!
So it’s been nearly a week since my transfer! I’ve been taking it pretty easy. Walking the dogs every day, but no running. One (really pathetic) day of lifting (five pound) weights. I didn’t want to do anything too strenuous the week after transfer…just to be on the safe side.
Still feeling kind of crampy, but that’s a progesterone side effect. One feeling I’m having though that has GOT to be a pregnancy symptom is my boobs are KILLING ME. Giant and sore. SO SORE. They’re often sore before my period, but not this bad. Gotta be pregnancy.
Look at Spring Cub all covered with pollen! Awwwwww!
No weight gain yet…I know it’s only the first week, but my body! This terrible metabolism! I just LOOK at a grilled cheese sandwich and gain three pounds, sweetie darling sweetie. I’ve been eating a lot of black olives, which are inexplicably delicious right now. Yesterday I discovered that stuffing whipped cream cheese into black olives is even better. Mmmmm.
In “Drag Race” news, we are down to the final three: Kim Chi, Bob the Drag Queen (one of my early-on faves), and Naomi Smalls, who looked fabbuu in her final runway ensemble this week. I have a feeling that she’s going to win, just based on Ru Paul’s look of sheer delight every time she opens her mouth. Just sayin’.
Unfortunately I haven’t worked this week, but I do have work lined up for tomorrow so that’s something. I would have liked to work! Work would help take my mind off my impending pregnancy test this Saturday, oy vey. Luckily I booked us a tour at the chocolate factory right after the test. That should be distracting.
I’m painting a little. Napping every afternoon–except yesterday, when I horribly re-discovered the Bravo channel and spent two hours watching those awful “Housewives” during naptime–mistake! Mistake!
True dat.
Today I am going to go pick up some progesterone suppositories off of some lady’s porch in Kirkland. You see, throughout this whole IVF process you have to order hundreds of dollars of meds, and a lot of times you end up with an overflow of meds, but you can’t return them, so sometimes nice people will donate their leftover meds to you, and you save some money! Woo hoo!
Monday I reeeeeeally didn’t mind not working because it was in the 80’s. Mmmm hmmmmm. I laid out on the back patio (under the awning, no need for direct sunlight on this cancer-prone epidermis) with shorts and a bikini top on. I thought my legs looked unusually sexy so I snapped this pic. My husband the asshole accused me of photoshopping my thighs to look thinner.
“I would TELL you if I photoshopped them,” I sniffed indignantly. I didn’t even photoshop the moles out! ALL NATURAL! It’s a good angle.
I always photoshop zits out. Come on, nobody wants to see that. Especially me.
I snapped these irises outside a burger joint. Pretty pretty!
The dog park wasn’t very popular on Monday! This picture doesn’t show the cottonwood flying through the air like snow.
I found my “Hippie Dude” painting languishing in Josh’s closet. He belongs on the wall!
Maybe today we’ll go on an extra long walk. Like…a mile and a half! Ha ha.
Sunday afternoon Joshy and the Broad and I went to the movies to see “Keanu”, which I had wanted to see ever since I saw the first preview. It did not disappoint! Hilarious!
“Vogue” magazine celebrates 100 years of publication with a 100-year-old model! Woo hoo!
Splash! I wonder if the smell of musty wet dogs will be a problem for me in a few weeks?
That’s all, folks! Join me next time to hear all about my pregnancy test. And the chocolate factory!