Yesterday marked 2 weeks since stopping my IVF stims, and it was the first time since my October 2007 myomectomy that I felt totally comfortable in an unforgiving waistband. (Can you say "persistent BLOAT"?) It was also the first time since then that DH and I managed a typical weekend, with no medical stuff to think about/react to . . . and no work previously derailed by medical stuff to catch up on.
The weekend was good: Relaxed-yet-productive days with cozy nights. The dog even got some special attention — 4 neighborhood walks! freshly laundered bed covers! surprise trip to the off-leash dog park! raw lamb patties! tooth brushing & ear cleaning! hooray!!!!!
DH will be home soon, and we'll have a typical Monday leftovers dinner. I'll probably mention something about Bloat taking flight (I will save it for AFTER dinner), and then we have a date to look at his travel calendar to make our TTC/we-think-DH-must-be-home-on-these-dates plans for the next 2 or 3 months.
I purposely avoided the whole "What the heck are we doing" topic over the weekend. That in itself is a little bit hard to believe, but what's even harder to believe — if, like me, you are privy to the way things work around our house — is that DH brought up the topic. Twice that I permitted myself to notice.
Time is not our friend, so we have to keep moving till it's time to stop. But I'm not sorry that I took 2 measly days to live a normal life, NOT think/talk about all things we're-never-getting-pregnant-but-what-else-is-left-to-try, and wear jeans that fit. I feel stronger for the break. And a lot less bloated.