Words to Live By

Happily married. 41. Infertile/perimenopausal. TV and iPod addict. Transplanted Canadian living in California. {Warning - abundant sarcasm and frequent *gasp* profanity lie herein.}

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

It's That Day

I generally have one day per cycle where I have a sex dream, its a couple of days before ovulation. Its my internal clue that its time to start with the lovin'. They are so bizarre that I don't even want to begin to describe them, not your typical stuff. But, doesn't matter, its the thought that counts.

I'm finally feeling like something is happening in my ovaries. I'm still really tired all the time, the combo Clomid/Gonal-F is a harsh double whammy for an old lady like me. Of course, I've spent the last 5 days playing tour guide and drinking wine, so that's bound to take its toll as well.

I'm really trying not to get ahead of myself, its one of my worst self-destructive tendancies, but I have decided that if we are not successful, its time to plan another Big Vacation. Even if its 6 months in the future, I need something to look forward to.

2 Comments:

At 8:27 PM, Blogger Tiff said...

Sorry about your appt. today. :( May those follies grow ginourmous over the weekend.
I do like the vacation idea though. Any ideas on where you would (heaven forbid) go?
((HUGS))

 
At 10:12 AM, Blogger Sandy said...

Oh great Ollie...now I've got the porno theme music in my head too.....not that I've ever actually HEARD that music before (hehehe). Maybe we can head somewhere warm with umbrella drinks together ... us oldies gotta stick together you know.

 

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