Put in a call to my clinic yesterday since I was on cycle day 35 and AF had yet to make an appearance. I don't get it! That bitch is usually DYING to show herself. And usually at the most inopportune times! Anyhoo, I'm getting my progesterone level checked tomorrow to see if I'm close to starting. If not, they may put me on something to get things going. The stuff they usually give, Provera, is a nightmare, from what I've heard. I'm told it makes you a huge, whiny, emotional, pissed off mess. Bearing this in mind, Steve is really, really hoping AF will show up on her own. Don't know if there's enough yoga in the world to counteract all that. Maybe alcohol combined with yoga would work, BUT...
I'm officially back on the wagon. We recently visited our friends Mark & Bobbi who took a bartending class. They were anxious to show off their skills. Had a couple very small cocktails, probably equal to 1 normal sized cocktail (normal by my boozy standards). Had 1 glass of wine with dinner. Man, I was NOT a happy camper the next morning. I woke up at 6am with the worst headache and slightly nauseous feeling. After the Advil wore off, I was feeling crappy again. See, this is why it's terrible to stop drinking. You MUST keep up your tolerance. So, back to O'Douls for me after a couple of fancy-free party nights.
It's been a nice, mellow weekend. I've been popping antibiotics for my sinus infection. The gobs of green goop cleared up yesterday. My friend, Bree, got me out of bed and into an 8:30 yoga class this morning. It was my most challenging class yet and I felt like a million bucks afterwards. Steve made some divine pumpkin spice pancakes for lunch. They were SO delicious! Now, we're chillin' on the couch, watching the 49ers suck and enjoying a nice, crackling fire. I love Sundays.
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