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Saturday, December 31, 2011

2011 Recap, aka: a post with an absurd amount of links

I have had good intentions the past few days of writing a 2011 recap post- really, I have! But if we're going to be honest, it is a little depressing for me to think that our primary goal for the year was yet again unmet. Nonetheless, baby or no baby, we have been and continue to be very blessed, so I think it is only right that I take a moment to remember all that has happened in the past year.

In January, I wrote this post about how I was disappointed to learn that the start of a new year didn't necessarily mean any changes on the fertility front. In case you are wondering how I'm feeling about the start of 2012, you can pretty much just re-read this post and you'll have an idea. I also experienced Vomit Fest 2011 just prior to our vacay to NYC with the Olivers.

In February, we celebrated Valentine's Day and tried out a new Fertility Specialist, who turned out to be a bit of a dud, so it was back to Dr. C (along with Robot Nurse & Goldfish Nurse, unfortunately) we went.

In March, I continued my appointments (and frustration) with Dr. C. Brian decided to take up card tricks as a hobby during his phase of unemployment, and together we finally wrapped up the entire series of Lost on Netflix.

In April, we celebrated our one year house-versary, I continued to be irritated with fertility treatments (are you noticing a trend yet?), and after I wrote him this letter, our sweet nephew, Davis, finally entered the world!

In May, we celebrated Brian's and my/Allison's 28th birthdays. Brian also started a temp job (which ended up becoming permanent in August), AND we got excited about what was looking like a successful round of fertility treatment!

In June, sadly we learned that the round was not successful, but were semi-encouraged by the fact that we had finally gotten a fertilized egg. Because that month wasn't crappy enough already, I then found out that I had at some point been exposed to an Oregon trail disease. On second thought, let's just forget about June altogether.

In July, I got to see NKOTBSB in concert and resumed fertility treatment with one final round of Femara. I also had my first "blog date" ever and met my blog BFF, Erika, in person!

In August, we celebrated 4 years of marriage with a trip to Seattle. Upon realizing that the round of Femara was (surprise!) unsuccessful, we gave Dr. C the boot and I decided to give acupuncture a try.

In September, I found out that I won a blog contest, did my first ever "vlog," and continued acupuncture treatments, which entailed following a lot of new food guidelines.

In October, Brian almost died by participating in his own Vomit Fest 2011, and I found two new inspirational songs - one that makes most people want to claw their eyes out and one that hopefully doesn't. And yep, you guessed it- I kept going with acupuncture!

In November, I took a trip to Santa Fe with my mom AND did my first ever giveaway! I also posted this Christmas stocking stuffer post, which apparently was successful being that I received everything on the list this year! Oh, and Brian and I both got promoted at work!

In December, we got our hopes up about my third cycle with acupuncture, but were disappointed once more. Brian and I celebrated our date-a-versary, and Christmas came and went.

So there you have it. A rather lengthy (and repetitive!) recap of a year with the Joiners. Obviously, a lot of other significant events happened along the way, but I just wanted to hit the blog highlights. I'm hopeful that next year's 2012 recap will look a little like this:

We got pregnant and had a baby! The end.

And being that this post has dragged on like it has, I'm guessing you're hoping for a post that brief as well :) Farewell, 2011- it was (semi-)nice knowing you! And here's to what will hopefully be a memorable 2012...

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Way back when-sday


The Blogivers


Yes, that's right, friends, this is my first ever Way back when-sday post! As many of you know, my sister (the hot babe in the pic above) started WBW a while back, and although many people have since joined in on the fun, for some reason, I have yet to participate.

I can't guarantee that I'll become a WBW regular (because let's be honest, I can't guarantee that I will do anything regularly when it comes to blogging), but I'm here for now and hope to be back in the future, so hopefully that will suffice for now.

As I have mentioned before, Brian proposed to me on Christmas Day (2006), so Christmas is twice as special to us. In honor of that, today's WBW will take you on a little stroll down memory lane through all 9 of the Christmases that Brian and I have shared thus far. Enjoy!

Christmas 2011 at the ranch 

 Christmas 2010 at the ranch

 Christmas 2009 at Brian's youth group's tacky sweater Christmas party

 Christmas (morning) 2008 at the ranch

 Christmas 2007 (our first married Christmas!) in Santa Fe

 Christmas 2006 in Austin (just an hour or two before the proposal, little did I know!)

Christmas 2005 in Austin

Christmas break 2004 - sorry, apparently we didn't take any Christmas-y pictures that year? 

And now for the one that you've all been waiting for (aka: the worst picture ever taken of us):

Christmas break 2003... this was taken outside of Brian's parents' house in Richmond just a couple of weeks after we started dating. I am certainly not looking stellar myself, but I think you'll all agree that Brian's hair is the star of the show in this picture...

Merry belated Christmas to you all!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

The night before Christmas

I realize this is a non-traditional Christmas song, but I think the lyrics are the most appropriate today as we remember the original Christmas Eve:



Empty manger, perfect stranger,
about to be born
into darkness, sadness, desperate madness,
creation so torn.
We were so lost on earth, no peace, no worth,
no way to escape.
In fear, no faith, no hope, no grace,
and no light,
but that was the night before Christmas.



Merry Christmas Eve to all!

PS- If you're in the Sugar Land area, we would love for you to join us at Living Stones Church for our Christmas Eve service tonight at 5 pm (directions on the website)... rumor has it that there will be cookies :)

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Proof that the halls are, indeed, decked

Christmas is upon us, my friends, and sadly, that means that the days of our Christmas decorations are numbered. I know I already shared pictures of the majority of our decorations with you last year, so I won't bore you with a repeat. Instead, I am only going to share with you this year's new additions. You're welcome.

O, Christmas tree... ok so this one isn't new. But due to a furniture purchase earlier this year, the tree was relocated to a different corner, so it counts, right? :)

I don't have a fancy camera, so I generally can't take fancy pictures- but that doesn't stop me from trying. Behold our Santa Claus and his two holly trees!

Here is the un-fancy (but undoubtedly more revealing) view.

Again, the stockings aren't new but they ARE in a different location. And the bow (originally made by my talented mother-in-law for gift-wrapping purposes) and advent calendar most definitely are new!

Close-up shot of the advent calendar that Brian actually picked out... which makes me love it even more :) For those that are curious, each day holds a peppermint Hershey's kiss (except Christmas day, which holds 10+). We trade off every other day who gets to eat the Hershey's kiss because we like to keep it even like that.

Our Christmas cards! They are (obviously) new, but I have re-purposed a picture tree to display them AND the blocks (spelling out "joy") in front are also a new addition.

These are an oldie but a goodie- we used to eat on these growing up, and my mom very kindly handed them down to me. They aren't necessarily my style, but I love them mostly for their sentimental value.

As many of you saw on facebook, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law came in town last week and stayed with us for 2 nights. Because they are awesome, they made us dinner one night. And because they are even more awesome, they surprised us (ok, me) with these Spode Christmas dishes and serving piece! 

A few years ago when I was thinking about buying a set of Christmas dishes, Brian suggested that we wait until we have kids to do so. Little did he (or I) know that "until we have kids" would equal a sweet eternity! Recently I casually asked if he wouldn't mind us going ahead and getting some next year (you know, in case we are still childless) because I was tired of not having any. So imagine my surprise when I came home from work that night to find them on our dining room table. Thank you, Terrie, Don, and Shannon!

So there you have it! Fingers crossed that next year there will be an extra stocking to add to the mix...

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Date-a-versary Recap

I'm here to report that our date-a-versary celebration was a success! Allow me to recap the mini-adventure for you:

The hotel
We stayed at the Intercontinental Hotel near the Galleria and loved it! And they got bonus points for pretty Christmas decorations. Brian's company's Christmas party was fun, but being that Brian is still fairly new there, it was a lot like being at a wedding for a couple neither of us knew very well. Nonetheless, he made me a very proud wife because everyone that I did meet was very complimentary of him and how much of a help he has been there- always nice to hear!

One "special" highlight from the otherwise wonderful accommodations: While taking advantage of the free breakfast buffet, I took a bite out of my apple walnut muffin only to find this in my mouth:


To clarify, it was the rock, not the penny. The penny is just there as a size reference. But back to the point: there was basically a piece of gravel in my muffin. How does that even happen?! I didn't want to make a scene, but made sure to mention it to the person at the front desk when we walked out.

He was very apologetic, asked our room number, and started clicking frantically on his computer. Sorry, buddy, but I'm pretty sure there isn't a section on what to do when a guest finds a rock in her muffin in your online manual. We insisted that we really weren't expecting anything in return, but rather just wanted to make sure they were aware. Maybe next time you should bake your muffins inside the kitchen and not out on the playground. Just a suggestion.

The Galleria
We got there early on Saturday (post rock muffin consumption) to beat the holiday crowd, but surprisingly, it wasn't that packed! We didn't actually buy anything, but had fun walking around just the same, particularly at the beginning when we came upon THIS:





Genius move by the SPCA, if you ask me. They had these puppies (and more) stationed by one of the entrances. Those poor, unsuspecting parents that brought their kids to the Galleria for a picture with Santa had no idea what they were in for.


Oh, and also amusing: at one point while I was waiting for Brian to get off the phone, an elderly Asian woman approached me as if she needed assistance finding something. Apparently she didn't speak English, so she started a game of charades and kept pretending to sit down. I didn't understand what she was getting at, but pointed her to a nearby bench assuming she just needed somewhere to sit. She shook her head frustratedly, and then said, "poo poo, pee pee?" YOU try keeping a straight face next time that happens to you. I guess I'm at least glad she didn't clarify which of the two she was hoping to accomplish...


The Zoo
After a quick lunch in Rice Village, we finished up our adventure at the Houston Zoo! The weather was perfect- sunny and cool, which was apparently ideal for napping, as most of the animals were asleep. EXCEPT for these guys:



So that, my friends, was our celebration, and it was a great one! A big thanks again to Brian for such a thoughtful gift :)

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Warning: boring explanation ahead

As promised, I wanted to further clarify why Needle Lady thinks I most likely did not ovulate in this last cycle:

If any of you have ever taken progesterone, or even been on birth control, then you know that it is very possible to have a period without actually ovulating. The confusing thing about acupuncture is that, unlike with the fertility specialist, there are no ultrasounds or bloodwork to confirm the actual development and release of an egg (ovulation). So while there are certainly symptoms you can look out for (and even ovulation predictor kits you can use), you are largely just guessing if and when ovulation occurs.

To further clarify, some of the symptoms you experience after you ovulate (including an eventual period) are similar to some of the symptoms you experience as a result of simply a change in hormones (ie: an increase in progesterone or a decrease in estrogen). A lot of what acupuncture focuses on (especially with people with PCOS) is "correcting" the function of your hormones. So essentially, it is very possible (and even likely in the case of someone like myself with very stubborn ovaries) that the past 3 cycles I have had were most likely the result of a change in hormones rather than actual ovulation.

As you might recall, Needle Lady told me initially that it takes your body about 3 months (100 days) to "reset itself." In my situation, this basically meant that it would take about 3 months for my uterine lining to rebuild and for whatever had been put into my body in the previous 3 months to get out. So in my case, this meant that it would take about 3 months for my body to "flush out" all of the fertility medications it had been exposed to (and any other "toxins" for that matter, probably including the apparently evil Raisin Bran- ha!).

So this essentially means that for the past 3 months, her goal for each cycle was mainly to get me to have a period on my own (I know, who thought it would be so much work?!)- NOT necessarily for me to get pregnant. Now don't get me wrong, she was not working against a pregnancy by any means, and she even wanted me to go ahead and make some changes (dietary and otherwise) that would help a pregnancy, but she just wasn't necessarily aiming for it to happen before then.

With all this said, when I thought I might have ovulated in this last cycle, she had no reason to believe otherwise, because again, while her primary focus was not on getting me to ovulate yet, there was nothing necessarily stopping it from happening (besides my obviously rebellious reproductive system). So that's why she had me focus on doing things that would help a pregnancy if that were the case.

Nonetheless, after my disappointing news last week, she wasn't all that surprised, and was actually quite pleased that my cycle was shorter because it means I'm making progress. BUT, at my second weekly appointment last week, she said that now that it has been 3 cycles (and around 100 days), she is going to focus much more on getting me to ovulate... fingers crossed, because clearly that is no easy task! :)

She also mentioned that since we have passed that 100-day mark, I can start coming in once a week instead of twice a week. She seems confident that the herbs and other 800 supplements will do the rest. I am ok with this because (a) I trust her, (b) it will cost less money :), and (c) it confirms to me that she really is looking out for my best interest, because I don't think she would tell a paying customer to come less often if that wasn't the case!

So that's that. While the impatient overachiever in me was really hoping that I would beat the 3-month mark and get pregnant after a week or two of treatment (and without having to take any herbs at all), I do realize that all of this has been helping my body to be more prepared for a pregnancy WHEN one occurs. And that's really the most important thing.

All we do from here is continue to hope, pray, and take strange supplements! And of course, as always, I'll keep you posted along the way...

Friday, December 16, 2011

All's well that ends well

For obvious reasons, I didn’t clarify that my acupuncturist’s recent instructions were all geared toward making my body “hospitable” for what we hoped were the early stages of a pregnancy. I gladly obliged her strange requests because I was so sure that this time was it… that FINALLY it was “our turn” (oh, and because being lazy and avoiding salad is surprisingly easy).

No matter how hard I tried to resist the temptation to let my mind wander about announcing the good news to our families and being able to bid goodbye to 2011 with one final bit of good news, I got my hopes up and ended up disappointed. When I realized bright and early on Monday morning that this cycle had not ended up how we had hoped, I quietly went on with my day. I didn’t cry, and I even managed to look on the bright side, because hey, I did say that I would consider this cycle a success if it was less than 40 days, and it was only 37!

But as the day dragged on and the reality began to sink in that we had “failed” yet again and would be wrapping up another full year with no baby, I literally began to feel like I couldn’t breathe. The weight of the bad news (that seems to have been piling up for quite some time) combined with the fact that I am pretty sure I didn’t even actually ovulate (will explain that in another post) was just more than I could handle.

So at the end of the day, I got in my car to drive home and willed myself not to cry. I made it to the mailbox by our house, where I stopped to get the mail. A neighbor, whose house is particularly festive for the holidays, happened to be outside, and I commented to him that every night when I drive by their house, their lights and decorations make me happy. I told him that the candy cane lights lining the yard were my favorite, and then asked why they weren’t on. He responded that he just hadn’t had the chance to turn them on yet. And it was at that point that I got in my car and started crying.

Rational? Not so much. I’m pretty sure that any recent references I have made to being emotionally stable have now lost their credibility :). Nonetheless, eventually I pulled it together and dragged myself into the house. I would like to say that a good cry was all it took to make me feel better, but I would be lying if I didn’t confess that there was fudge and Bluebell Christmas Cookie ice cream consumption involved.

Brian made it home eventually (by this point, well aware of my fragile emotional state, despite his efforts to cheer me up throughout the day by e-mailing me cute pictures of puppies), and said the 9 words that he was sure would make me feel better: “Would you like to open your Christmas present early?”

Hmm, let me think. Crappy day + feeling majorly sorry for myself = SURE. After a brief scavenger hunt around the house, I pulled a piece of paper out of my stocking with a picture of a city skyline on the front. Thinking it was a picture of Dallas’s skyline (I’m a genius), I gave him a confused look and proceeded to open the piece of paper.

Inside, there was an invitation to be his date at his company’s Christmas party on Friday night (which, hopefully, was a given), and a note that he had booked us a room to stay at the hotel where they were holding the party that night. Um, newsflash: it was a picture of the Houston skyline. You know, the place where we live? Oops.

While it was very thoughtful of him to book us the hotel room, it was even more special because tonight (December 16th) marks 8 years since our very first date, and he wanted to make sure the company Christmas party didn’t prevent us from celebrating. Oh, and to top it off, he booked the hotel’s “shopping package,” which includes free breakfast AND a $50 Visa gift card, which we fully intend to spend at the neighboring Galleria (don’t worry, we aren’t braving that holiday traffic—the hotel has a free shuttle)—I know, I know, he really is the best!

So while the week didn’t quite start off as I had hoped, at least it will end that way. And because I don’t believe in coincidences, I think it’s pretty cool that way back in 2003 when God was arranging our first date, He also knew that 8 years down the line, Brian’s thoughtfulness in commemorating the event would be perfectly aligned to redeem an otherwise crummy week.

So happy date-a-versary, Brian! Looking forward to many more memorable dates to come...

Celebrating our 2nd date-a-versary (before our wedding anniversary existed!) back in 2005

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Two for one

Yes, it's true, I can barely manage to update my own blog more than once a week, but Allison asked me to guest blog for her, so I reached deep down into my past ability to blog regularly and put something together.

I definitely think I deserve credit from my own readers, though, so why don't you just meander over to my guest post and pretend you read it here instead? Thanks.

Monday, December 12, 2011

For the birthday girl

Happy birthday to one of my bestest friends, who lives hundreds of miles away, and whom I happen to have only actually met once :)

Erika, I thank God for you and our friendship today and always, and pray that your year as a 29-year-old (which is actually your 30th year of life!!) will be the most amazing one yet! :)

Lots of love,
Amanda

Sunday, December 11, 2011

It's (continuing) to feel a lot like Christmas!

Happy Monday, all! Just to update you, I have not been exercising (minus a brisk 11-minute walk yesterday) nor have I taken a single bite of salad. And in an effort to not eat cold food, I chose peppermint hot chocolate over gelatto on our Christmas date last night, so as usual, I am doing my best to be obedient. Oh, and I also wanted to share with you all that on Friday, I was given one additional guideline: eat a lot of dark chocolate. I know, I know, it's a lot to ask, but I have been doing my best to comply.

In between acupuncture appointments and working, I have been wrapping presents, trying to downplay my obsession with David Archuleta's Christmas album, and shopping for something to wear to Brian's company Christmas party next weekend. I have only been successful at one of these, and I'll just leave you guessing which one that is.

As mentioned above, Brian and I went out on a Christmas date last night. It was not quite as elaborate as our very first Christmas date back in 2003, but we still had a good time: dinner at Jus' Mac (yes, that's correct, a restaurant devoted entirely to the art of macaroni and cheese), "dessert" (in liquid form) at Starbucks (in holiday cups, of course!), and then back to our house to watch Love Actually, aka: the greatest (non-traditional) Christmas movie of all time.

We are hoping to cross off two additional items on our Christmas-time to do list this week: (1) walking through our neighborhood to see our neighbors' lights, and (2) driving through one of the nearby neighborhoods (as featured in this post last year) to see the slightly more elaborate lights. What other items still remain on that list, you ask? (3) Watch the original "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and (4) Get a peppermint milkshake somewhere. I realize these aren't the loftiest or most original seasonal goals, but we like to set realistic (and inexpensive) expectations.

Oh, and one more item that didn't make the list but TOTALLY should have: Elfing ourselves. So now, for your viewing pleasure:

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Good thing I'm such a rule-follower

So I’m pretty sure I had my favorite acupuncturist appointment ever this week. I know what you’re thinking, and no, she didn’t substitute Amy Grant’s “Home for Christmas” album as the background music for my session (although now that I think of it, that would be pretty amazing…). But rather, it was the conversation we had before needle time that really made my day.

First of all, when she was talking to me about how acupuncture helps out with PCOS, she compared my ovaries to a roller coaster ride at Disney World. No lie. She basically said that my ovaries are like a ride that keeps filling up with people—rather than one group getting off and a new group of riders getting on, people just keep getting on the ride until it’s so packed that it can’t function properly and stalls out. And even if someone wanted to get off, they’re too smushed by all of the other people, so they can’t. And if and when they finally do, they’re not in great shape anymore because they have been smashed up against all of the nasty sweaty people on the ride.

Not sure if you followed that or not, but what’s important is that (a) I understood exactly what she meant, (b) it was much more helpful than when my fertility specialist would pull out his pen and a piece of scratch paper and try to freehand a drawing of the female reproductive system, and (c) it made me laugh.

After that, she gave me instructions for the remainder of my cycle that are undoubtedly my favorite to date :
1. No cold food or drinks
2. Specifically, no salad
3. No exercise
4. Specifically, no ab exercises

Um, I think I can handle that. I did panic a little at the “no exercise” command because I feel a lot better when I can get in at least some type of exercise (especially when I have been consuming my weight in Christmas cookies), but she said that walking was fine. So tell me- how many times in your life has your healthcare provider told you to avoid eating salad and limit your exercise?

Don’t worry—this is only for the duration of this cycle, so I’m not going to adapt these as my new life rules or anything. I will say, however, that I highly prefer these guidelines to the elimination of my beloved Raisin Bran from my diet. Have I mentioned that Brian has chosen Raisin Bran as his cereal choice for the past couple of weeks? This means that every morning when I pull out the box of Total, I have to reach right past the neighboring box of Raisin Bran to do so. Life can be so cruel sometimes…

Friday, December 2, 2011

Down, but not out

Um, so, yeah, Thanksgiving came and went! Gobble gobble and happy belated turkey day to you all!

We stuffed our faces celebrated the big day in the thriving city of La Grange, Texas, at Brian's grandparents' ranch. Football was watched (I don't want to talk about it), food was consumed (with Brian being the champion in this category), and games were played (with yours truly being the champion in Apples to Apples, thankyouverymuch).

Oh, and in the dogs' case, a rabbit was chased onto someone else's property and consequently their parents and Aunt Shannon spent approximately 5 minutes (which felt like 5 years) panicking that we would never see Noah and Buster (or the rabbit again). Fortunately, they didn't end up
lost in the wilderness, but it's safe to say that a certain white dog will not be allowed off of his leash at the ranch ever again.

We made it back home on Saturday afternoon with plenty of time to decorate the house for Christmas, aka: my favorite activity of the year! I have said this before, and I'll say it again: Christmas lights and Christmas music can make ANY activity (working out with Jillian Michaels, eating a depressing bowl of Total cereal, commuting to and from work, you name it) more enjoyable.

Minus a small (but unfortunately semi-public, at least to our neighborhood) marital dispute that erupted over the Christmas lights on Sunday, the holiday weekend was perfect! And then Monday morning came. And along with Monday morning came a commute to work in Brian's truck that regrettably does not possess seat heaters OR my collection of Christmas CD's. Strike 1 and 2. And then there was the whole going back to work thing. Strike 3.

Don't get me wrong- I really do like my job, and coincidentally, I actually got a promotion this past week! But unfortunately coming back from a holiday in this case meant an overwhelming amount of catching up to do. As a result, I started off the week in a bit of a funk.

By Wednesday, I had progressed from being in "a bit of a funk" to full-blown wallowing in self-pity. As many of you witnessed via my Facebook status updates, I found myself overwhelmed by such newsworthy events as the 4th wife from "Sister Wives" having her baby, along with that stupid vampire on the latest "Twilight" movie. And I even went so far as to get angry at the radio station for playing songs about Christmas that involved babies. Nevermind the fact that they were about the birth of our Savior. That is irrelevant when you have convinced yourself that the whole world is out to rub your barrenness in your face.

As usual, my acupuncturist got an ear full (in a whiney way, not an angry way). She did her best to reassure me and just reminded me to be patient. She said once again that it takes at least 3 months for your body to "reset" itself, and for some PCOS patients, it can take up to a year. My response? "A year?! I will throw myself off of the roof of this building before then." Nothing like having a patient fall off the deep end while under your care and supervision, I'm sure.

The funny thing is that I really have been feeling much better in recent months. I mentioned recently that acupuncture has helped me to be more emotionally stable, and I still believe that to be true. Since starting acupuncture, I think I have cried maybe twice. Whereas before, I cried that often in a week. And that was in a GOOD week.

That does not mean, however, that I am ignorant of our current reality... of the reality that we really and truly thought we were going to be able to announce a pregnancy to our family at Christmas 2009... of the reality that we have spent far more money than I care to count and with (other than the relaxation that acupuncture has provided) basically no results... of the reality that of the 5 couples (including us) that rang in 2011 together on New Year's Eve last year, 3 had babies this year and 1 is expecting a baby early in 2012... which just leaves us. And sometimes that reality just seems, I don't know, heavier than normal.

Regardless, I am feeling much better now. Apparently unloading on my acupuncturist (whom I obviously forget is not my therapist), venting to my sissy, and allowing my husband to convince me to have a chocolate milkshake from Sonic did the trick. It's funny, because every time I hit a low point, I am certain that I will never be able to get over it, but time and time again, God reaches down into the depths of the pit of despair I've stumbled into and pulls me out again. And for that, I am thankful.

Oh, and because I realize I never really cued everyone in on the latest, I am now about 4 weeks into my latest cycle. I am defining "success" this cycle as (a) getting a period on my own, and (b) having a cycle shorter than 50 days. Oh, and bonus points if I get pregnant instead. So we'll see.

That's all for now. Actually, wait, no it's not- I've been so kind as to share two pics from our turkey day at the ranch with you. Enjoy!