Moving Forward

I spent the rest of the week going to the chiropractor, doing long neglected housework, and slowly returning to editing some of the novels that I've been writing. I've also been contemplating escaping town for a while to have a change of scene and society. Sometimes a change makes for a good break.

I rearranged a bouquet sent two weeks ago into a smaller pottery dish I had made with a Japanese kenzan to hold up the now shorter stalks of the flowers.

My nurse coordinator from the Victoria Fertility Centre called today to discuss having an appointment with Dr. Hudson so that we could discuss next steps. I think that at this point I'm not ready to consider any options other than resting and recuperating and preparing for the future in my own time. She said that I can just drop her a line the month before we want to commence the IVF process. So, around day 1 of my cycle before the cycle I want to have IVF in, I would call her. She said that telling her in good time was important because spots for IVF fill up very fast, so they need a lot of notice.

Right now I just want to rest and recuperate.

I painted my nails for the first time since before we started into the IVF process. It may seem frivolous, but any self care at this point is a win. I feel like I'm coming back to life in some ways, but in other ways it's still a big struggle. The stress of the miscarriage and possibly the hormonal changes going from being not pregnant to pregnant to not pregnant abruptly has triggered a mixed episode of my bipolar disorder. I've been continuing with my p.r.n. medication and my symptoms are starting to settle out, but without the medication I can't sleep at night and I'm still irritable, scattered, having mood swings, food taste different, my appetite is increased, and my mind is racing with a flight of ideas.

Spotted nails to match my spotty moods.

We had some delicious Greek food for dinner tonight at The Village Taverna in town and then meandered home.

A trio of dips with pita, tzatziki, olive tapenade, and hummus.

Taking some time to prepare for the arduous process of IVF sounds like all I can handle at this point. I'll keep posting.

My mother and father both tell me to think positively and not feel sorry for myself. I'm trying. Honest.