How about a little purification?

Since I've been on the drug Gonal-F I have noticed something odd. I sweat like a stinky racehorse. I smell horrid. I'm sweaty anyway but this is much worse. It's a chemical waste smell. It's no small wonder after three cycles in a row.

My friend Riana has posted on her little food blog a great step by step detox diet that is a wonderful way to make a fresh start if you've been abusing your body with medicine, alcohol, junk food, sugar or even just stress (I get gold stars for all of those thank you very much). I think these detoxes are really important and I used to do them all the time way back when I was treating my body like a temple and not a waste dump.

So, here's to turning over new leaves. And here's the diet.

It's like I was saying

There's that old familiar refrain. I know this song man.

It's cycle day one, but hey who's counting.

I'm just happy all this is over with.

But still...

cycle day one always sucks.

Still on that break

I'm just here kind of waiting around for Miss Florence to blast her way through my bathroom door. She hasn't left any calling cards yet.

As opposed to last cycle's house rockin' symptoms party, I have no symptoms this cycle. Or maybe it's just that I don't care much about this cycle and I'm not looking for symptoms. In any case I am on cd 12 or something like that so she should be coming around here soon.

I haven't been temping much this cycle for obvious reasons, but for the last two days I broke down and took my temps. My temps are still above cover line but not doing The Cat on A Hot Tin Roof thing they should be doing if all was right with the world. They're slowly slipping. That's usually the beginning of the end for me.

Bye bye IUI's. We hated suffering through you and we'll be very glad very soon that you are a distant desert mirage in our dirty rearview mirror. I think I may even throw a party in honor of your demise!

The break...just what the doctor didn't order

I seem to be taking a mental break. It's not really me who decided, it's my lazy bones head who just decided to stop counting, to stop temping, and you know what? I actually had to count on my fingers which cycle day I was on this morning.

"Had to count ..."echo, echo, echo... Well I'll be.

What's incredible is that about this time in most cycles I start wearing my little white t-shirts that have CYCLE DAY 10 emblazoned across the chest in black letters, and I walk around with my head cast down mumbling to my invisible posse... ovulation day, cervical mucous, days past, headache, progesterone level, cramps!, cramps?, cramps...hmmm....

...at least I think this is cycle day ten. Maybe it's tomorrow. For some reason the number did not stick in my head and I haven't got the energy to recount.

I guess I'm close to the obsessive period but I really would rather think of other things than start to worry.

Then again I can't guarantee that I won't start obsessing over the next few days now can I? I just really, really hope to have this cycle over with and have all the others be a distant memory, and start looking towards the IVF in May.