I can't even think of an image that will do justice to this post - so there won't be one today. I've been gone for quite a while. This hiatus was not without merit. Before I start - let me put down the highlights of my time away:
- I decided to move to South Africa
- We moved to an apartment and put half our stuff in storage
- A few months later - we shipped all of our belongings ( including our pets) to Cape Town
- For a few months we lived with my parents
- We put our daughter in a Montessori school
- We're now in our own home and trying to adjust to life here
Although my fertility battle has been this nagging little monkey in the back of my head, I haven't been able to bring it to the forefront until today. I was due to have another FET cycle in May but I finally admitted that I'm not super woman - and I need to let myself rest. Yet here I am in April, and I'm feeling the itch. It's like that swelling sensation. It's a burning feeling that is telling me -it's time to get to work trying to make another baby.
I'll be doing it this time without rosy tinted glasses hiding the realities of TTC behind a pink haze. I know just how difficult this is going to be. I'm also doing this with only one ovary. Given how I lost my other one - I can only hope that I don't get another tumor that will cost me my last one. I know I need to lose about 15 lb before I try to do this. I know I need to start taking metformin again. I haven't geared up the energy to start praying to the porcelain God again. I know that there's so much that I need to do - but today is the first day that I really felt like doing it.
My daughter deserves a sibling - or maybe two if my body is willing. So I'm going to start my metformin tomorrow. Well glucophage - metformin is more than I can tolerate. I've already started running. Now if I can just give up fruit juice - we'll be back on track.