Somewhere...someone...something!

I have a bad case of cabin fever. Its been setting in slowly over the past days, but the vengeful groundhog has spewed it venomous predictions into the mind of Old Man Winter...and here I sit in a house surrounded by snow and ice and blah. I want out so badly its insane. There is nothing to do that isn't old and dull and just...blech. I want warm weather in the worst kind of way.

Clomid baby! The wonder drug that I hope works wonders!

I'm not posting this on the other blog...we have decided that we aren't going to say anything to most because of the reactions we are inclined to get. I wouldn't mind telling, but Chas is hesitant to say much. Now if I get pregnant...things change. I want to keep it quiet for awhile until we know that everything "sticks", but Chas wants to announce it to the world. Funny how different we are. I think he's worried what his friends and family would say. Mine are thrilled...we aren't sure about the reaction of his. So...we stay quiet. Or as quiet as you can while still posting it on the internet for all the world to read...

That said, I am starting my first round of Clomid with the beginning of the next cycle. I have to take it on cycle days 5-9 to stimulate ovulation. It has affectionately been dubbed "Bitch in a Bottle" by those who have taken it, and I am hoping this isn't the case for me. All I need is hormonal imbalances on top of infertility. But...we are truly hoping that in the next three months...something wonderful will happen!

Something happening...finally!

Well, two weeks have gone by without any significant weight loss. I have simply not been eating enough calories to allow me to lose weight. As soon as I allow myself to "cheat" a little and go up to 1500 or 1800 calories, I lose weight. I know that I should bump up the calories, but its so damned hard to do it. The old eating disorder in me says that more food=more fat. I know better than this! I am going to diligently try to up my calories to the 1400-1500 and just deal with it.

This said, I have lost two lbs since the end of January. This is okay, but by no means acceptable. I am still meatless (excluding Sundays, of course) because of Lent and its not been terribly difficult this time around. Last year I seemed to struggle with it so much. I think that the boys doing it with me is helping immensely. There is less desire for meat if there isn't a nice piece of grilled chicken sitting in front of me. We are taking this pescetarian lifestyle switch seriously, and I really want to try to make it semi-permanent. Its not that I am becoming an animal rights activist...its more a conscious decision to better myself. Now I just have to convince Chas to stick to it. That's the harder sell.