Life and Love in the Desert

I want a body transplant. Is that possible? No, I didn't think so.

This month wasn't The Month, I'm afraid. That's okay. I'm getting good at patience I guess. Not three weeks in and I'm having the period to end all periods (sorry, TMI). I think the gates of hell have opened in my womb.

Well, anyway we're on to the second month of clomid. I need to call and get my prescription filled. And since last month (or three weeks) were so wacky, I now get to riddle this second month with blood draws and extra appointments. They want to check hormone levels, ovulation, etc. etc. etc. Lovely.

Meanwhile, Ceili is getting bigger and smarter all the time. So little is left of her that is "baby" that it's making the wait for another baby even harder. I wish I knew a better way to explain it, but that's the only way I can think to.

Other things are going well. Joe is happy teaching, though still quite challenged. And everyone else is plugging along, doing their thing.