The Week in Review

I've got a hodge-podge of things rattling around in my head that I need to get down on blog-paper so the noise will stop. In no particular order, chronologically or by importance.

While in Vegas I bought a TransPod FM for my iPod Mini so we didn't have to listen to the crappy radio stations. I could have bought it cheaper online but since it's working so well I didn't mind paying full price. I have an iTrip that I bought with the iPod, but this works much better. The best part is it charges the iPod while it's playing, unlike the iTrip, which uses the iPod's power and drains the battery within an hour.

A friend sent me this pictoral representation of the process of choosing a new Pope, Popapalooza 2005. I wish I had the creativity and the time to do stuff like this. LOVE the advert at the bottom.

Tuesday I had a dentist appointment for a relatively simple procedure. I have a very bad past history with dentists, and have paid through the nose for the past 5 years or so to see a dentist outside of our insurance coverage that deals with phobic patients. Now that I've stopped pouring money into my uterus I needed to get back to my dential problems and decided to get back inside the insurance group, not to mention their office is 10 minutes from home. I'm pretty sure my new dentist is gay, which somehow makes me feel comfortable. I was feeling fine, not even the usual nervousness, so I didn't ask for nitrous. Within 5 seconds of him injecting the novacaine, I was overcome with nausea and dizziness. I almost fell out of the chair. They gave me oxygen and a cold cloth on my forehead and took my blood pressure. It was very low, I think she said 80 over 50 or something like that. They almost called the paramedics! I kept telling them to give me a minute and I would be fine. After about 5 minutes I did feel fine, they re-took my blood pressure and it was normal, so he decided to go ahead and do the dental work, even though he said he wasn't supposed to. I have another appointment next month. I'll be taking a Xanax and getting nitrous. That'll be a day off work, I'm thinking.

Finally, the part you've all been waiting for, an update on my sex life: non-existant. The first cycle after the failed injectibles I cut myself some slack, the second cycle I felt a little guilty, but then that one (as well as the first) ended on cycle day 20, so I figured it wouldn't have made any difference anyway. Here we are at prime ovulation time and I still have no drive whatsoever. Granted, both of our libidos are somewhat compromised by medication, and DH has been training every night after work in preparation for a big martial arts test next week. More excuses. I would rather read my book than make love. I think I am afraid to put myself into a situation where I have a 2 week wait. I don't want to feel that feeling again. How do I get my mojo back?