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"THATZ MAH JAM" Jam of the Day: Motivation by Kelly Rowland

"Woah lover, when you call my name...No other can do that the same."

I didn't realize I hadn't posted in a few weeks. *cuddles blogger* You know I love you baby.

I started my job two weeks ago.  It's pretty much the place I worked at before, complete with old women who live to bitch and endless amounts of drama. And an incompetent manager.  Since I only plan on having this job until we're pregnant I plan on suffering through it.  I mean, I should in theory be used to it.  It's just such a pain to live through it all again. Lawdy!  Here's to hoping it doesn't take 8 trillion years for my eggs to realize they should probably be doing something other than sitting around collecting dust.

Speaking of--I'm starting Clomid July 9th or roundabout, depending on what that b' AF is going to do.  Not sure I have high hopes for it, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed regardless.

Hubberz had an MRI done on his foot that was hurting him.  They found some mass around his heel, but the results won't be in until this week sometime, and he's conveniently out in the field until Wednesday or Friday.  He also went to a smoking cessation class.  They gave him patches and anti-depressants.  Apparently, anti-d's help with "taking the fun out" of smoking.  Sadly, all of the side effects are horrible, so he'll pretty much be on a PMS-Roid-Rage-athon for 7-12 weeks. I can't begin to tell you how sarcastically excited I am for his mood swings.  Coupled with my upcoming Clomid rage, we might just kill each other.  In fact, if you don't hear from me for more than a month, assume that yes in fact, I have slaughtered him. 

But in the event we both survive, I will be very proud of him for quitting. :)

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So I was switched to Metformin XR, and I can safely say I've poo'd my entire body weight about 4 times already today.  Even the cat knew better than to go down the hallway to the room of solitude. At least I'm feeling skinny today! I mean really, how could I not. Lolz!

The end.


DH offered to take Metformin too so he could "sympathy poop" with me. What a keeper!

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I didn't abandon you blogger.  Here I am, complete with updates out the wazoo! Let's skip the foreplay and get right down to it, Miss Jackson if you're nasty.

My friend came to stay and we had a wonderful week together!  We went to the beach, walked in downtown DC in 102 degree weather, and ate lots of Noodles N' Company! :) On the negative side of that, we all suffered sunburn, even DH who claimed he was "too Asian to get sunburnt." Yep, burnt to a crisp.  Walking around DC in 102 degree weather was the worst idea.  We were drenched in sweat after 30 minutes, and I even took a moment at the Washington Monument to air out my hoo-haa.  Such a classy lady--I hope to pass down these traits to my future offspring.  The only other slip up in her visit was our A/C broke during said 102 degree heat. The first call to maintenance they said "we're not sure when that can be fixed, maybe in a few weeks."  Excuse me? Oh no, no.  Seven angry, "wtf" phone calls later, they fixed it the next day. That's right mammy.

I've been on two whole job interviews and got both jobs! One was full time, o.k. pay, and the other was part time, bomb.com pay.  I took the full time, since I wasn't convinced I did any good at the p.t. interview.  Naturally, I got the p.t. one too. :)  So I've accepted the p.t. job too.  I just have to decide how to let down the first place.  They were super weird, it was very off-putting. The manager there also told me flat out that "I wasn't her first choice."  Who does that?  Unprofessional much?  She also oggled at the fact that I was so young.  It was...different.  I also came across the issue of military discrimination.  At the p.t. job, apparently that was a big hang up for them.  The manager there asked me several times about deployment, what my plans would be, etc.  This job is through a staffing company, so when I talked to the manager guy there and he told me that, it was a little disheartening.  My husband is in the military.  He represents our country and your freedoms.  It is not a walk in the park, and it's nice to know people look down on you for it when it comes to employment.  But, rant aside, I start work Monday. :)

The part you've been waiting for!  I finally had my RE appointment!  The doctor I had this time around was fabulous, and took the time to answer all of my questions and then some. :)  She went over DH's lab results first.  He was happy to know that he does in fact have super sperm.  He beamed with a sense of pride and accomplishment.  Then came mine.  She said my DHEA caught her eye, but it was nothing serious like cancer or anything crazy.  She said it was just indicative of PCOS, and not to worry.  Definitely good to know! She said my FSH was great and my LH was at the level where I would be ok to use OPKs and shouldn't get wanky results.  So next cycle (like two more weeks) we will be starting Clomid! :)  I also have to get an HSG--the doctor was surprised the previous physician didn't order it. Would have been nice..haha.  So we're doing three rounds of Clomid--if that doesn't work then we'll either do Femara/Clomid combo or just go to injectables.  If injectables don't work, then since there is no need to do IUI (thanks super sperm!), the last option would be IVF. However, this all depends on....

DH has one more chance to pass his PT test.  If he fails his next test, he will be getting kicked out of the Army. :(  Not sure what will happen to us if that happens.  We'd probably have to move back home.  We'd be stopped in baby-making tracks with no insurance.  We'd be SOL.  I'm praying it doesn't come to this, but I can't help to plan for the worst. :(

I also lost 4 pounds. Yay! :)
Ending on a smilie face!