Until FET #3. Let’s hope that all those sayings about third times are true!
I’m currently writing this post whilst exercising on a piece of cardio equipment at the gym. I’m sort of
embarrassed not embarrassed to be one of those people who can’t seem to detach from their device. I usually make fun of those people and wait for their clumsy moment. They all have them. You just have to wait.
The truth is, that I find indoor cardio can be mind-numbing. Not always- I do enjoy my sprint sessions, but I’m trying to tone it down a bit with the workouts this week. As it stands, I’ve got two ball hockey games this week and an ice hockey tournament this weekend. From a Chinese Medicine perspective, I’m draining my blood Qi waaaaaaay too much and taxing my kidney, which is necessary for the embryo to thrive after implantation.
So yeah, elliptical only tonight!
Another weird thing that I noticed was that I’ve been really tired since I started the Estrace. After doing some research, I found that the Estrace and my Synthroid have a moderate interaction. I love how the RE is totally oblivious to this. I’m not sure if I should call my endocrinologist tomorrow and find out if I should increase my Synthroid dose. Before the introduction of Estrace, My TSH was at 1.67. I really don’t want it higher than that.
Any advice from you thyroid-challenged ladies who have also taken Estrace?
In other news, the Estrace is making a mess in my pants. It’s like a foam party, except someone has switched out foam for egg whites. I’m sorry if you just puked a little in your mouth. Nevermind, I’m not sorry. It’s my crotch that should be apologized to. And my silky Calvin Klein underwear.
And my wife, who just got Invisiline last week. If you don’t know what it is, look it up. She’s been excited about getting them in for months. Until of course, they made little “hooks” on her teeth from composite filling material to secure them on. All she has to do is smile and the dogs cower with their tail between their legs. It’s making her eat less (“best diet ever”, she says), I haven’t had to cook for us in days (I’ve been subsisting on protein shakes and the same crockpot of soup for a few days), and she sounds like a teenager when she talks.
Thirteen more days until my body is no longer my own. The countdown begins!