The period monster got me.

Yes, I am still alive, but it was a close call. Here is a summary of my life since I posted last.

Deadline, family crap, deadline (with lots of procrastination lead up), headache inching in,family crap, spotting starts, board meeting, meet Alexa for drinks, really important meeting for director, headache back and turning into a migraine, family crap, spotting continues, work extra late on a Friday, get takeout and fall asleep before eating entirely, wake up to the AF monster all over the bloody place, spend weekend mostly in bed with migraine and AF, work late, go the gym and step on scale that is up 5 pounds.

That has been my life lately - aren't you jealous? I can't believe it has been a whole week since I posted last but it has. Sorry, I have not even had time to look at your blogs either. "The man" is out rock climbing with friends so I am trying to at least use this short amount of time I have to write a legible post but the dog that I have also been ignoring is poking me in the back and squeaking his stuffed hedgehog in my lap (thanks again for that toy Pythia it is the love of his life and the hatred of mine - I am going to send Millie some catnip infused delight that will have her walking on your face all night). Can a girl get a break?

I have so much to tell you and so little concentration right now since all I can hear is squeak, squeak, ARGHHHHH! Since I am being random I should mention that my meds came to AND I got a call to schedule my last IVF from my clinic. The clinic really didn't call to schedule it because it will be scheduled around my period that comes in Feb to hopefully reduce the chance that I will grow a cyst. The sweet nurse who called was just reminding me to call with my Feb AF - ahh, how sweet. I actually think they are starting to read my mind since I have been obsessing over whether or not I should call them to make sure that they have a spot held for me even though I am not written on the IVF calendar because of my ability to bear cysts like everyone around me bears children. When I joked to nice nurse about being crazy and obsessive and promising not to call them next week she joked and told me those were the qualities that make me loveable. Personally, I think they are being nice to me since I brought them a huge plate of Christmas cookies and they want more of my baked goodies. I may have forgotten to mention the whole cookie thing because at the time it seemed a little suck-up-ish even though I was really just trying to butter them up - literally. Sorry for the bad jokes but the squeaking is driving me mad.

On a totally opposite random note. I truly hate blogger beta and am contemplating a switch to wordpress. I like the idea of being able to password protect some posts because I am kind of afraid of SIL finding my blog and the family turmoil that would ensue. There are other reasons also, but I am not going to get into them because now. Don't worry, I will share the password with all of you if I do so. I may work on the conversion this weekend unless the period monster comes back.