Mondays

I actually had a pretty good weekend, aside from our dogs going a bit wild in our man-cave/spare room/media room/possible future baby room.  I mostly stopped bleeding.  It's so light right now I can barely even tell, which is awesome because...  well, I'm tired of bleeding.

I've started exercising again.  It's frustrating because I used to be able to do a lot of the stuff I can't do know, but at the same time, it feels good to be working on getting back to that again.  I went outdoor rock-climbing with my husband, my sister, and my sister's family this weekend.  It was a beautiful day, the trees were all (FINALLY) changing color, and it was so nice to be outside.  The adults climbed while the kids played (and went through my backpack and purse and my husband's wallet, which was actually quite amusing).  I could just barely keep up with everyone else, since I've taken a two-week break, and my arms are killing me today.  But it was soooo good to get outside!

I did a bunch of work around the house, including fixing a broken sprinkler line.  For some reason, the line that I broke is connected directly to the main water source for our house instead of through a separate connection like the rest of our sprinkler lines, so I had to turn off the main water valve in order to fix it, and it had to stay off for a few hours while I bailed water out of the area, dug out the entire line where it was broken, cleaned everything off, and then repaired it.  My neighbor's house is empty, so I occasionally walked over there to wash my hands as necessary, and luckily Kaiser called while my hands were actually clean.  My next surgery (that I really, really don't want to have) will most likely happen in January.  I'm hoping there will be nothing left that needs to be removed, so that recovery will be short and we can move straight on to trying drugs.

My husband brought up IVF on his own, and is actually considering it now.  He has a coworker who used it to get pregnant.  His coworker is 50 (or thereabouts) and his wife is somewhere between 40 and 50, and it took them several tries to get pregnant.  (His coworker was our wedding photographer, and they were due sometime after the wedding, so the baby has been born, and we haven't actually seen our wedding photographs yet because he's been quite busy).  They referred to the pregnancy as their $40,000 baby.   Obviously, that scared my husband quite a bit.  I hadn't realized that was at the root of his reluctance to use IVF.  Obviously, we're going to try on our own until after my next surgery, but by then hopefully we'll have a better idea of what we want to do.  I really don't want to have to use IVF, but I also don't want to spend a year trying while my fertility dwindles away and then have him decide that he wants to do it after all.

And in other news, I still haven't found my wallet. No charges have been made on any of my cards, so I'm pretty sure it's either in the house or in the garbage.  I'm requesting replacement cards today, but I want to wait a wee bit for my driver's license, since that will unfortunately cost money to replace.  Why do I have to be so scatter-brained?