…and it’s not even half-way done yet.

Early morning HCG test, to see if we get any definitive answers out of my stupid blood today.  Maybe last night’s unaccountably painful PIO was the last of the injections I’ll have to take for a while. I’m dreaming big, you see…

Then it was off to the vet for Nellie’s fertility-related bloodwork, though she’s on the other end of the spectrum.  Going in to be spayed in a couple of weeks, and her vet requires pre-surgery bloodwork to test for all sorts of stuff.  She was not thrilled that her morning walk turned into an expedition into the scariest place ever that smells like antiseptic and stale biscuits, where people put things in her bottom and expect her to hold still for that kind of indignity.

Sweetie, I know just how you feel…

But the good news is that the techs promised to have my results in by 3:00, so I did not have to cancel our consultation with the doctor.  Much to his sorrow, I’m sure.  I’m sure he’d much rather I just sit here and patiently await his invitation to schedule a consultation, but fuck it.  I want real information, and I want it now, not two weeks (or two months) from now.  I want an objective opinion about

a) what we’re looking at right now, and
b) what we’re potentially looking at the next time around.  

If there is a next time around.  Regarding which option I’d also like some input.

Going to do some writing, and some cooking, and maybe even a bit of pumpkin-pie baking.  The day aint long enough for the kitchen zen I feel myself to be in need of.  

More later…