I say all of that to tell you that today, I hit one of my goals. I slashed off that last half pound to get me to my ten pounds lost mark. Let's say goodbye to those pounds and hope to never see them again.
In other news, I had a phone consultation of sorts with my doctors nurse about some medication I've been on and what the next step is now that it's gone it's job. (For anyone lost, go back a few weeks and read my post titled 'Losing'.) The call went more successful than I had hoped for. Until about a week ago I was on birth control and another fun drug called Megace. Those were both meant to help me correct the excessive bleeding I was experiencing from a tumor that was in my uterus. I'm happy to report that the tumor is gone and we are now moving along to the next step in controlling my PCOS and more importantly, creating our next baby Penrose.
I know it's probably crazy to consider getting pregnant again so soon after losing my last baby, but it took me 11 years to get my Mara and I don't want to wait another 11 for her siblings. I'm no spring chicken after all!
Are you still trying to figure out what the secret part of this post is? Well dearies, the secret is that my Jamie doesn't know that the doctor has started me on fertility treatments. I may tell him yet, but I have another one of those finicky goals I mentioned earlier. I want to carry this joyous burden by myself until I get good news or bad news. One of us worrying is quite enough, don't you think?
Maybe later we can debate how awesome I am at marriage for keeping secrets like this from my hubby...ugh, there's that guilt again 😟. Anywho- I guess we'll see if I hit this next goal or not.