MIL
MIL has begun a job with Home Depot. They apparently start everyone off as a part-time cashier, but she has reason to believe she'll move up quickly to full-time somethingerother. She's enjoying the training so far, and has not yet traveled more than an hour out of her way (that we know of) in the process of getting to and from work.
There are moments of tension around the house, primarily due to teeny-weenie nit-picky things on my part. I'm not a fan of the way she cleans/organizes. And you'll see why this is mattering more in a minute. But overall, still good stuff having her around. Mostly.
My Body, My Period
Yesterday (or maybe the day before, they're all running together for me) I called Dr. Smooth's office. The nurse said that there really wasn't an expectation when it came to your first post-surgery, post-hormone therapy faux period. She said she wouldn't worry, but she'd pass the information along to Dr. Smooth to make sure he didn't think it was cause for concern. Basically, we won't know anything until the HSG, which I really pretty much knew anyway.
So, as per her instructions, I'm trying not to worry. But that has proved difficult because...
On My Nightstand
I am reading this book about a woman who conceived twins through IVF and their experiences with a lengthy NICU stay. In some ways, it's throwing me back into our whole struggle. From Thomas, to the miscarriages, to Hannah's brief stay in the NICU - which I may or may not have really dealt with. It makes me worry about trying again, even though the thought of not trying again worries me more. It's gotten under my skin deeply enough that I spent an entire evening out with a good friend musing aloud about loss. (She's lost a baby, too, so at least I had understanding ears.) But really, who wants to spend their Saturday evening that way?
This book is also making me wonder if I shouldn't write one myself. Everyone's doing it, right? I dunno. Even if I just did it for my own benefit, it might be worth its weight in gold in terms of self-therapy.
Oh, and We're Moving
I haven't mentioned it here because a) I hadn't yet told my Mom, who reads nearly daily, and b) because we've been on and off this house roller coaster so many times in the past months that I wasn't sure it was really going to happen. But it seems it is. We're staying in the same town, just a different area. Still the burbs, which is fine by me. The house is gorgeous, and slightly bigger (which, I'll be the first to admit, is completely unnecessary). We've traded a huge lot and three-car garage for a smaller lot and two-car, but we like the location, so we're fine with that.
We'll move at the end of November, which seems amazingly close to me. The house is already being framed. Our house is on the market, which means I have to keep it show-ready at all times. Hence, the difficulties with MIL and her, um, different approach to tidying.
If you know anyone who wants to move to Texas, let me know! In the meantime, here's the new house:
