So I donned my hot pants for the first time in a while before I headed out the door to my track workout. It was to be my first real track workout in quite a while. Only issue was that it was a record high temp day (95 degrees) and I'm not so much motivated to kill myself right now. I thought the hot pants might help. No such luck. My workout turned into more of a social hour with some walking, running, and sitting in the bleachers and talking (kind of reminiscent of middle school PE). But no worries, I still got in over 4 miles and am in good spirits!
Sigh. Here we are again. We knew all along we would be able to start the process for baby #2 when Sloane was nine months old. I had said we did not necessarily want kids that close together, but knew just because we started then did not mean we would get pregnant then. If I had only known how true that is becoming. Silly us had started having visions of three kids. The only way we can have three kids is to have things go smoothly, not lose embryos, and not lose time. Well, so far we have lost an embryo and a lot of time in the quest for our next baby. I breezed through prep for our transfer in early May. The stress load was so much less than before because I thought we had it figured out. We had Sloane as a great distraction. My lining was better than it has ever been before - by far. Then, the day after Mother's Day, I found out it did not work. And I was immediately thrown back into the depths of infertility hell....
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I ran an ez 3 with my dogs. Love recovery week.
i hate getting up early though:(
blah summer!