So Scrambled Eggs has a new look! I wanted a new, clutter-free look for the blog for the new year. I also fell in love with the header font and REALLY wanted to do something with it. With no invitation jobs in the queue, I decided to use it on the blog. What do you think? Would you like to see some other features added? Is the text an ok size? It really peeves me when sites have font that is too small and I’m afraid this site might be one of them. Let me know and I’ll make additional adjustments so you don’t have to squint. 🙂
Yesterday morning I went for my first long run with my running buddy. It was cold, gray and rainy. Not ideal running weather at all! I seriously considered standing my friend up, but realized her water bottle was in my car. I could not let her dehydrate so I went. Here is what I did:
5 minute warm-up walk
25 minute run at an 11:30 pace
5 minute walk
10 minute run
We did a total of 3.8 miles and it felt amazing! Y’all, this is the most I have run in my entire life. Even as a little kid I did not run. If someone had told me last year that I would become a runner a the age of 31 while dealing with infertility I would have laughed in their face. Me? Run? FAT CHANCE!
Yesterday, however, there was some tectonic shift in my mind. Suddenly the huffing and puffing, the burning legs and sweaty armpits felt good. I got the exact same high from this run as I do from lifting weights, doing yoga or spinning. It was delicious. It was better than homemade chocolate cake. It might have been better than cuddling cats… (but don’t tell them I said that!)
Tomorrow is the baseline ultra sound and estrogen check for IVF 1.0. I’m almost 100% certain the cycle will be canceled before it even starts as my period never showed up. I had a tiny bit of old blood, but no cramps, no fresh blood. I knew this would happen. I told the doctor and nurse that I really don’t have periods any more and they sort of blew me off. I suspect it is because I have some monster cyst that is pumping out hormones and confusing everything. Great.
Last night Mr. Husband took me out to see a night of comedy at our favorite dive bar. Of the 7 comedians, 4 of them told jokes about being pregnant/having pregnant wives. One guy, who was really very funny, had just found out his wife was pregnant. They went for the first ultra sound, which was transvaginal because it was so early, and they got to see the tiny baby and even hear the heart rate. He was telling jokes about it and everyone was laughing and I just broke down in tears. I could not stop them. I was that old woman in the bar crying while everyone else was laughing. Pathetic.
This has been a rather bipolar post… First I’m all pumped about the new look and my long run, then woe is me and my infertile messy lady parts and damn those happy comedians and their pregnant wives! I think I’ll go make myself feel better with some chocolate and a peppermint tea 🙂 Happy Sunday to you all!