For those of you who've been holding your breath on my behalf, you may now exhale. The 16th came and went with no period in sight, so no IVF cycle for me this month. In fact, it appears from my temps that I just ovulated last weekend, which makes me wonder what the hell was happening a week and a half before that when I swear an egg the size of Texas burst out of my left ovary. I have never felt ovulation pain, but that day I felt stim-like ovary cramps all day, and then just as I was paying for my lunch, I had to pause and double over for a moment. The woman at the counter asked me if I was okay. Um, yes, just fine. Just a little mittleschmerz. Or not. My body is so confused at this point, who knows?
Folks have asked whether the acupuncture is working. I'm not sure about that either. From what I understand, it can take several sessions before there is a noticeable difference. But it definitely reshuffled my status quo in some way. I actually had a pretty bad headache for a few days afterwards, which felt similar to the nausea I sometimes feel after a deep massage or intense yoga. It's got to be all those toxins exiting my body, or the old dusty chi moving around, stirring up meridians that haven't been used in awhile, or some such thing. The headache eased after a few days and for the rest of the week I was pretty serene.
Which was a good thing, because we received not one but four phone calls from collection agencies asking for one of the Wrong Men. Nevermind that I haven't actually seen him in 5 years or that he and I broke up 2 years before that; nevermind that the number they originally had for him was on the east coast; nevermind that they probably tracked my current number through the phone company; nevermind that he is a member of a profession that is required to register their current contact information with the authorities and that information is available on the internet, so he is really quite easy to find if you get off your lazy butt and look; nevermind that the Mister has told them at least a million times that they're asking for his wife's ex-boyfriend and he isn't very pleased about that. All these people care about is that they once were able to reach him at my old number; therefore, I should be the one they call now. At 7 a.m. two days in a row. It's this kind of stuff that ended the relationship in the first place.
And of course it just gets me thinking yet again about how much time I wasted ... Blech. Here's to happier days.
Last night, the Mister and I went out to dinner at our new favorite Ethiopian food restaurant. Imagine our excitement, upon arriving in this New Town from the Big City, to find that there are enough Ethiopian restaurants that we can actually have a favorite one! I have to hand it to the folks in the PNW -- they sure do know their food -- it's a mom and pop shop in a sketchy part of town, but the place was packed.
As we walked in the door, we found ourselves behind a family consisting of one rather harried looking caucasian mother, one caucasian couple who may have been friends or relations, and three beautiful children who we assumed to be of Ethiopian descent. Which immediately put us in mind of our friends who are in the process of adopting kids from Ethiopia. Yes, kids, plural. They're brave folks. If this IVF thing or egg donor thing or whatever the heck it is that we finally decide to do doesn't work and we end up adopting (which is, perhaps, what we should have done in the first place or should be doing now ... I can't help thinking thinking thinking and there are never any right answers), then I'll be proud to have our family share a community with theirs. If their kids are anything like those kids last night, this corner of the world will be a lot brighter for their presence.
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