Speaking of food, Idk if I've mentioned this but a few of my coworkers and I started a weight loss "contest". That word makes it sound crazy but it's really not at all extreme. We each put $50 into the jackpot, and whoever loses the most weight in a month wins it all. I think we're all mature enough to not do anything drastic. I'm being especially careful, but wanted motivation to stay on track with my Low Amylose diet (especially if there's, G-d forbid, a BFN next Tuesday. One. More. Week.) Clearly it did a lot last night during my pizza/milkshake binge. But y'know. I'm actually doing pretty well, weight-wise. I've been SO GOOD about taking my Metformin, which contributed to my horrific upset stomach last night and me re-swearing off carbs fo' lyfe. We started December 9 and are ending January 9, and so far I've lost 4.2lbs. It could obviously be better (Shabbos is my sabotage-r) but we're "scoring" by percentages lost and I'm currently at just over 2%. Yeah, I'm sure you can do that math if you actually care. I'm still 3.8lbs over my lowest while doing Low Amylose, so if I can just freaking break past that this month, I'll be a happy camper. Here's my My Fitness Pal chart from the past month:
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| It's actually a little inaccurate- I gained from 12/5-12/10. A lot. |
As for "symptoms" since our iui... here goes. E and I were absolutely exhausted last week. I literally couldn't get enough sleep. I'd wake up for a few hours and be dying to go back to bed. Thankfully I've sort of taken some time off from work. I told my boss I was going to be dealing with a "medical situation" and needed to be in the doctor's office in the early mornings for blood work, which really fouled up my work schedule because I normally work 6:30am-9:30am in a special needs residence. So she took me off the schedule for December and said to come in whatever mornings I could. Well, last week I didn't make it in at all. Which is okay job-safety-wise, but that paycheck is gonna hurrrrrt. Honestly, if there's a BFP next week, I might quit. There's a lot of heavy-lifting involved at work, and while I could probably finagle my way out of it a lot, it'd be really complicated and it wouldn't be so fair to my coworkers. Occasionally, there's legit just no way around it... and I'm just not okay with that risk. If there's a BFP, I will absolutely be that paranoid pregnant lady for the next 9 months (8?). I've worked too hard for this to, G-d forbid, lose it because of my job. E and I have actually discussed my quitting once we get that BFP. It's kind of the type of situation where I could probably go back whenever I want... I've been there for over 6 years and there are only 2 people who have worked there longer than me at this point. We'll see. I am going to try and do the morning shift this Thursday though!
Clearly I have high hopes for this cycle. I mean that sarcastically. I'm so afraid of getting that BFP and losing it. I don't think I'll chillax until the kid(s) are born. And even then I'll be afraid for their safety for the rest of my life. Haha. Someone get this gal a chill pill.
K I'm gonna try to be a productive human being now.
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