I just looked back to the beginning of this hcg odyssey. It made me cringe, remembering how very miserable getting started is--hey, the whole thing is miserable. 7 weeks. 7 weeks. 7 weeks. I've had 7 bad weeks lots and lots of times. I can do it.
Thankfully, I have three cycles over the past year to prove to myself I can live through it. Not too excited about Anna's birthday party and the like. Those events suck. Especially cooking and baking.
With a high potential of having back surgery in July, that would mean just one cycle until fall. I'm mixed on that. I'd just as soon have done with it. But the good side of having surgery in July is I'll be back in the swing (enough, at least) by the time Anna's school and lessons start up again. It sucked a huge lemon having it in mid-late August; I thought I was gonna die in September, trying to do school and take Anna to dance each week.
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