No, not CD3-- that would be too much to hope for, apparently. For the record, it's CD 62. Fun times.
No, it's day 3 of my last ditch effort diet. My mantra is "it's only ten days," but my secret psychological weapon is Yom Kippur that starts on the evening of the sixth day. So I am half way to that, and kind of looking forward to it since not eating anything will be a nice break from eating this stuff. And by this time a week from now I will have eaten my first apple in ten whole days. And believe you me, that will be the best apple ever. It will then take a couple more days to get back to all the normal food, so this thing is much more like two weeks than ten days, but again-- psychological games is how I get through it. That and it helps pass the time while I wait for the doctors.
Speaking of which, tomorrow is Dr.BigShot. We had a little dust-up with our insurance company over the referral, but it's resolved now. Why do I feel like it will still be a gigantic waste of time tomorrow?
Also, when this diet experiment is over, and I am back to my normal diet (I much prefer this latter meaning of the word "diet"-- the way one eats, to the former one, temporary change to one's eating habits with the goal of loosing weight) it will be less than two weeks to the RE appointment. By the way, in my last post I didn't mean to imply that I would love nothing better than to get me some needles and to finally get to try what all the cool kids have been doing for years, by which I of course mean IVF, not vodka-injected watermelon (the comment that is likely responsible for a few nightmares as unsuspecting seekers of a new way to get boozy find instead a discussion of BFN rituals). In fact, not so long ago I was bitching about having to find an RE. And that still stands-- I spent the last 8 years doing things to avoid having to have one, and I don't like to loose. But I am also not going to stick fingers in my ears and sing "la-la-la-la" to avoid acknowledging that I have been beat. And if I have, it's time for a new plan. And if that new plan includes needles, so be it. All I'm sayin'.
And now for an unrelated brag. Because I have to. JD is off on a business trip, which means that I had to bring Monkey to school with me tonight for the Curriculum Night, which was supposed to be a no-munchkin affair. Since we were going there straight after her gymnastics class where we had gone straight from school, and since she is a little sniffly, I was pretty much prepared to have to leave right away, or at some point before the thing was over. But she did so much better than I had any right to expect-- she sat quietly and drew for the portion of the evening where various admin types and specialized teachers (art, music, gym) told us about their approaches and broad curriculum outlines for the year, and then she just amused herself for the hour and a half we spent in the K room while her teachers told us in much more detail about what is in store for us this year. I am really proud. Unfortunately, that ended up meaning she was late going to bed, so I hope she will be ok getting up in the morning. She can be a little (read: a lot) grumpy sometimes, and after tonight I almost feel like I am due for it.