Cipro is already making a difference.  If I haven’t said it recently, three cheers for modern medicine!  I’m eating yogurt, hoping it’ll keep my gut happy, and it feels weird to be NOT taking my vitamins.  But that horrible achy pressure in my bladder is already easing, and I’m hoping for a complete recovery in approximately 48 hours.  Damn, this was no fun at all!

In other news, there is no other news.  Still hoping for an early period, because, well, hope based on nothing at all is sort of what I do.  But really, realistically, I imagine I’ll just be going in on the 9th as scheduled.  Which is really only one week away.  Which I can do.

Though not without some crazy.

Every time I start to entertain the possibility that this might not work, I get a bit panic-attacky.  Brain just freezes, refuses to keep thinking the thought, as if thinking it might make it so.  So I try not to go there.  I try to plan my life as if – of course – I will be pregnant with a keeper.  As if the big family trip next summer is one I will likely, regrettably, have to miss.  As if next Christmas is likely to be low-key because with a 3-month-old in tow, I’m not going to be up for much in the way of shopping or entertaining.

Which makes for much more interesting brain candy.  But what if it doesn—

Hey look!  Shiny!  iPod touch app for pregnancy!  Kick counters!  A place to keep my handy excel worksheet!

Lalalalalalalalaaaaa!