So, without getting into too many details (because I’m convinced the internet is FILLED with spies), I have a nervous belly.
No, it’s not a pregnant nervous belly.
It’s a belly that is nervous because there is an opportunity in my workplace that I’m in the running for, and it would be a really good opportunity. A large and in charge opportunity. The kind of opportunity that if I don’t end up getting it, it’ll be time to look for other employment. I promise to be less vague in the future.
Anyway, my interview for the aforementioned opportunity is tomorrow. I know of at least one person who is having theirs RIGHT NOW. And this person has already beaten me out of one opportunity, so I’m nervous y’all. So at 11:00 am tomorrow (central time-do your adjustment as you will) please thrust your pelvis’ in my direction and send me all the good infertile lady blogger vibes. I NEED YOU.
In other news, I’ve had my first period since before the surgery. It wasn’t great, but it could have been worse. I had to take most of Thursday off for terrible cramps, but I took my first percocet since the day of the surgery on Thursday and I forgot how happy it makes me feel. I laid in my bed with my heating pad watching Big Bang Theory reruns and felt good about life. Then Chief drove me to work the next day so I could take the happy pills (because they make me dizzy-no driving for this girl on Percocet) and I was the nicest librarian in all the world. If I didn’t think they made me act stoned I would take one tomorrow at 10:45 am….
Anyway, the bleeding is tapering off and now allegedly I’m heading into the belly of the lupron beast. So far nothing too bad, but I’m withholding judgement for now.
Also, I started doing some strength training! And I ate more this week, because allegedly I could be not eating enough. You only have to tell me to eat more once, and I’ll do it. I’m still moderating carefully, but I allowed a few more splurges than I normally would. So I’m doing three 10 minute ab videos a week right now and three nights of arm workout thingies (yes, that is the technical terminology, thank you for asking). Kathy Smith does the ab workouts and she is a cruel taskmaster. I was pleased that I was able to do most of it, although I have to knock down the intensity on the planks. Hopefully that’ll change soon. I’m just 25 pounds from my goal. I’m now to the point of having far less to lose than I’ve already lost, and that feels really rewarding.
Too bad the last 25 won’t come off as easily as the first 25 did…
Think of me tomorrow Infertile Blogging Ladies. INFERTILES OF THE WORLD UNITE!