The post title is a song Fred Astaire sang in the movie Swing Time. I've always liked the song. Now I love it. The woman he's dancing with up there is Ginger Rogers who if you're not an old movie fan and haven't seen many of her movies she's gorgeous and spunky and funny and way more than his dance partner. But I digress....
It's amazing what a good night's sleep can do to a person. I don't feel happy. But I feel better.
This is also the first weekend my husband and I have had together in a while. So that make everything better.
I think we are going to do whatever my body tells us to do. If I get AF in time, have no cysts, have good hormone levels and my lining thins enough we'll jump right in to the IVF. Those are a lot of ifs and as my previous attempt at IVF will show my body's not great at doing what I want. So we'll see.
Today I'm drinking alcohol (raspberry lambic). I'm drinking caffeine (pepsi throwback...I'm a coke girl, but a sucka for real sugar). I had carnal relations with my husband. I think I'm going to take a hot bath. So screw you IF. Today I'm just a normal girl.
Well, almost normal. Something I wasn't expecting was how PAINFUL my pre-AF cramps were going to be. I guess stimming and progesterone and all the other shit I did to myself is taking it's vengeance.
When I'm not crumpled over in extreme pain I'm am cheering my uterus on. Come on ute! Let's start AF! We've got an IVF in our near future!