…and it looks like my cycle is back on track, which is a relief.  I’m planning on (listen up, Universe, and have yourself a good laugh) going to the World Fantasy Convention at the end of October, but I still wanted to start a new IVF cycle at the beginning of my next menstrual cycle.  So the timing, what with being out of the country for four days near the beginning of my cycle, would have been tricky.  

Still might be, but I tend to be pretty regular, even with all the weirdness in my innards lately.  Hell, even my miscarriage happened on a day my period would have started if I hadn’t been, um, pregnant.  I have a consultation appointment with the good doctor tomorrow, to get going on cycle #2, and I’m hoping he is pleased with my recovery & gives me the go-ahead for a new cycle.  Have to admit, I’m also eager to be done with the DHEA.  Hair loss is noticeable in the shower but, (I hope) not noticeable on my scalp.  Bad skin is definitely noticeable, though seriously aggressive cleaning (we’re talking rubdowns with rubbing alcohol) is keeping the worst of it in check.  My mood’s been good – yay for testosterone? – and my energy level’s been great.  I like that bit.  But if this cycle doesn’t work out, I’ll be going the DE route next time, so won’t need the egg-drugs next time.  Personally though, I’m hoping for a DHEA spontaneous this month.  

Though that might just be an excuse to have lots & lots of newlywed sex.

Like I need that excuse.

So we’re back home, and husband (!) is watching the market situation; I’m trying to avoid watching the market situation.  We’re both getting some writing done.  Dog is catching up on some much-needed sleep.  (Hah.  She’s not a dog, she’s an amoeba.  A sleepy amoeba.)  And I might make enchiladas for the youngest child.  And clean my desk.  Maybe do a bit of cross-stitch and/or looking for fabric for the new quilt that will be husband’s belated wedding gift.  It’s a day filled with possibilities.

Seriously.