No POAS for me

Well, I skipped the POAS drama. I talked to one of the docs I work with and we decided that I really didn't need the prophylactic antibiotics. I only had the patient for an hour and barely went into her room. When I did, I was wearing a mask and then I put a mask on the patient for transport to the floor. He said that if I was going to get meningitis from her, I would have had some symptoms in the week it took employee health to decide to contact us. Overall, it just wasn't worth the icky side effects of the antibiotics for something that was such a low risk exposure. So, I didn't POAS and I didn't take the meds--I'm still alive to tell the tale, so I guess it wasn't too crazy of a decision.

I finally called the RE office today about my missing AF. I guess they didn't get the operative report from my myomectomy in December, so they aren't sure what to do about it yet. I had to call the surgeon's office to get the report faxed over and I should hear back tomorrow on what my next steps should be. Unfortunately, I will be in a re-certification class all day tomorrow and Friday, so I can't even get in for a blood test until Saturday at the earliest (more likely next week when I can go to the closer office).

Welcome ICLW!

Wow, I just realized that today starts ICLW and I haven't written a single post all year. Holy crap! Can you say slacker?

The year is starting off pretty well. I'm finally starting to shake the cold that I got at the beginning of the year. Yeah for no more coughing!

I've stuck to my commitment to 100 consecutive days of exercise. I was very frustrated after the first two weeks since I lost a combined 1.6 pounds in those two weeks. It didn't help that DH lost almost 7 in the same time frame--men! When I looked at it, though, I realized that I was still eating crap despite professing my desire to shed some poundage. So, I started back on my eating plan that I used last summer when I lost some weight before IVF. I stuck to it pretty faithfully and lost 3 pounds this week. DH just got home after being gone all week, so the diet will go out the window for a nice dinner out tonight.

We are still on a treatment break to let my uterus heal from the myomectomy in December. I haven't seen AF since November, but I'm hesitant to request her presence just yet. I've been doing the calculations and, if I call the RE office now, they'll put me on prometrium to bring her visit. So, if I start that now, take it for 10 days, then get AF a couple days after that, I'll be getting her visit around the end of the month. Which would likely mean that I could expect her again at the end of next month and I definitely don't want her around then. See, DH and I have booked our lovely anniversary trip to Mexico for the end of next month and AF would kind of kill the vibe, if ya know what I mean. So, I'm going to wait until next week (or maybe the next one) to call the office and get the process started.

I find it a little sad, actually, that I don't even have the slightest bit of hope for my missed period to mean a pregnancy. Most normal (aka fertile) women would have peed on at least one stick by now, but I haven't even seriously considered doing that. I guess it's just another sign that this has become so ingrained in my brain that I can't even imagine a missed period meaning anything other than my body being screwed up again. How sad is that!


ETA: It looks like I'm going to have to POAS anyway. I was exposed to meningitis last weekend at work, and the infectious disease doc wants to put those of us exposed on a short course of prophylactic antibiotics. Since the meds they generally use are not safe for pregnancy, I need to make sure that I'm not pg before I can take the meds. I'm pretty darn sure I'm not and it's just the surgery that screwed with my cycle, but I would be devastated to find out later that I was and that the meds caused problems. So, I will be POAS tomorrow before I get the meds, just to be sure.