Today would have been the day my period arrived. It shows no signs of showing up. I don't really expect it to, considering my recent surgery and subsequent estrogen application, but I do wish I had some clue of when it will arrive. I'm very eager to start testing for ovulation!
In other news, I went on a quick shopping spree yesterday. After seeing myself in the mirror, I was absolutely appalled. I have to lose weight! But I never seem to have time to exercise. I get up super early in the morning to get everything ready for the day. I'm at work for 10 hours a day (including lunch, which I often work through). I don't get home until after 5, sometimes closer to 6, and I generally immediately start dinner. After dinner, I spend quite a bit of time cleaning, if I have the energy. By the time that's all done, it's usually around 8 and I'm exhausted. I really want to exercise more, but life is sapping my energy.
Yesterday at work, we had our weekly team meeting. There are about 15 people on my team, give or take. We're already counting down to one expected birth in March (we like countdowns - we're also counting down to Game of Thrones Season 5, one coworker's wedding, Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, and Christmas). Another coworker announced that his wife is pregnant with their second child, due in April. He already has a 15-month-old at home, whom we already had a baby shower for. Luckily, no one made any comments to me about why I haven't gotten pregnant yet. I guess the few coworkers that I told spread the word about it, which I'm grateful for. I don't mind the regular pregnancy announcements nearly as much as I minded people nagging me about it. It's not like I'm infertile on purpose!
Speaking of infertility. I'm 36 now, so technically I'm infertile after 6 months of trying, right? But when we started, it wasn't too far past my 35th birthday, and we're about to hit the 1-year milestone next week, so I guess I'm definitely infertile now. Yay for labels!
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