Thank God for Three Day Weekends!

Is it Friday yet?

Seriously, I've been back to work since the dawn of time for half a day and already I'm ready for a vacation! Good thing I took off Monday - Wednesday next week.

In other, and less complainy, news, this Body by Vi Challenge is no joke!! Check this out:

It's a small step in the long journey ahead but you know what? I will TAKE it! With bells on!! Anything to get me closer to a baby. I was especially proud of the loss because the first week was kind of hard. Drinking two of your meals per day isn't necessarily easy and takes a lot of fucking getting used to  is an adjustment. That being said, week #1 is in the record books and today starts week 2. Technically yesterday was supposed to start Week 2 but it was Memorial Day and my sister made yummy pasta salad and grilled deliciousness.

The weekend was pretty low key. Some cleaning, some laziness, some time spent playing with the pup. Then there was the aforementioned visit to my sister's. It's nice to take time sometimes and pull my head out of the infertility trap. Often I feel like my brain is on a loop that connects everything to this infertility rollercoaster we are on. It was nice to sit back and chat with family and give lots of hugs and smooches to my niece and nephew.

I also got some new gear to make my life change more fun...and cute.

And to keep me on track:

I even set myself up a Shake Station to keep all goods so I no longer have to contend with the Keurig!

All said and done, I feel ready and energized to tackle this upcoming week! I will leave you with a couple of pictures of Memorial Day fun:

Challenge Accepted

Tom and I had our first appointment with the new RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist for all the fertiles out there) on Friday, Dr. Fertilty. I liked the previous one good enough but I never felt like Tom and I were an individual couple - I felt like we were one couple in a bunch of infertile ones. Kind of like one size fits all for treatment. Dr. Fertility took the time to read my files before our visit and had a list of questions and suggestions ready for us. Holy shit. He gets us.

The bottom line is this. There are no more Clomid rounds. They make no sense anymore. They're technically working because they make me ovulate; however, it doesn't result in pregnancy. Dr. F said I've had my max number of cycles on it. So what do we do?

Crying?

Have a mental breakdown induced cleaning spree?

Give up and descend into calorie consuming madness?

Nope.

Step 1: We do repeat testing to make sure everything is still the way we left it (Tom = normal, me = PCOS). Also, I need to lose 40 lbs. 4-0. Ugh.

Step 2: Once I'm down 40 lbs, we go back to the doctor and start injectable/IUI cycles.

Step 3: Doctor Fertility wants me to do up to four injects/IUI cycles while working on losing another 30 lbs. If the IUIs don't work, it's IVF time.

I walked out of there feeling pretty good. Well, crappy that my body won't just stop complaining and start working but good about the next steps. Sometimes you need the world to give you a nice swift kick in the buttimski before things finally click. And click they did.

I just joined the Body By Vi Challenge, on a friend's recommendation. It's two shakes per day (one for breakfast, one for lunch) with sensible snacks and then a healthy dinner. Seems easy enough, though I'm sure it won't be. I'll have to fight for it every step, every pound, of the way. But I know I can do it.