I did my first Tour de Bayou tonight - wow. I thought it might have been a good opportunity to pull the hot pants out of hiding, but the the only thing my hot pants-clad butt got was kicked! We ran at Spotts Park tonight, and if you know anything about Spotts park, you know it is basically a bowl and not very big. So to do any sort of distance meant a lot of up and down and up and down and up and down. That was harder than any hill workout I have ever done! I actually didn't do half bad considering I haven't run up a hill since December, and before that it was probably June. It was fun and I hopefully do a few more in the series over the next month. It is part of my "trying new things" campaign!
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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