Thanksgiving was okay – half of the family members we expected to see weren’t even there. Den made a point of saying I was feeling sick to explain why we were late to his mom’s meal, so of course she asked what I was sick with. We just said, “what she’s sick with every month.” No more questions. Aside from that and a couple of family members who can be assholes – and me feeling nauseated all day – it was uneventful. I spent most of the day curled up against Den’s side on a couch, watching football that I really didn’t understand.

I called the RE nurses today and left a message saying my cycle started yesterday and that I needed to schedule an HSG and my day 12 ultrasound. Yeah, day 12 – I was wrong about the day. I was also wrong about what day of the week my day 3 falls on, duh, it’s tomorrow. I can’t count. So tomorrow I’ve convinced Den to drive me in, the lab is only open from 7:30am – 9:00am on weekends. So I get my blood drawn, go home and sleep. Oh, and then start my clomid. Ugh. I’m a little scared what to expect.

Oh, and a total offhand – the dogs don’t give me much of a hassle through my cycle. I guess they’re used to it. But today I’m sitting on the toilet doing my thing, getting my pad stuck to my underwear properly, and Zoe very politely comes up, gently picks up my tampon (still wrapped in packaging) and starts walking off. LOL! I shouted, she dropped it, I recovered it. Little brat. No, it’s not a new dog toy!