The only thing Noah and I can think to do on the weekends is get out of town. We haven't been able to afford a real out of the country type vacation in a while, since every last penny has gone to my ovaries over the past few years, so the short weekend road trips will have to do.
This weekend we're headed to San Francisco. My sis lives in the area so we'll get to hang out with her and her beau for a bit, see some of Noah's family, eat dim sum, and go to the last Giants game of the season. Noah often reminds me that we have to do things just to do things and live and have a good time. He says we shouldn't do things just to distract ourselves from what's going on. He's right. Palm Springs was a distraction, we were beat down. SF can be just a fun little trip. I'm fine with that. Sometimes distracting myself is important and sometimes committing to living a good life and appreciating the things I do have is important. Depends on the week.
I started taking my birth control pills, which means the count down to the FET has begun. With each pill we're a day closer. And I remind myself that one day I won't be counting pills and shots, I'll be counting sweet little fingers and toes, (I hope there will be 20. Not of each, obviously. Total. Ahhh, what if my kid has 20 toes?!) and this will all be behind me, and it will have been worth it.
I know a handful of you out there are in the depths of IVF right now and I want to send so much love! It's terrible, but it won't be forever. Happy Friday!