First up: P90X is kicking my ass. More so than the first time. I think this is because I remember where I was when I left off, and I feel like I've gone so far from that place when I can't do the same number of reps or minutes or whatever. I've been sorta phoning it in at times, but at least I'm doing it.
Next: Remember the wedding I mentioned a few posts back where I was worried there would be a fight? Well, we made it through the whole night fight free . . . until we were packing up to leave. One of the nasty wenches on the dark side pushed one of Mr. Joe's aunts and then a fight for her honor ensued. Thankfully, my lack of Clomid rage prevented me from beating anyone with my hammy arms. Instead, I took on the role of smoother outer and attempted to console the bride with Mr. Joe. Poor thing. Let's just say the groom's family now has a distinct impression of us.
My little projects around the house are going well. I have completely reorganized our bedroom, the laundry room, painted the living room. I'm saving our spare room for last, since that room holds the double whammy of being the catch all for my brother's stuff and the room we would make a nursery. Cleaning it out will be difficult - so it will probably stay messy for a while. Whatever. It feels very liberating to get things in order and keep them that way. Before, I was terrified that people would drop in unexpectedly and judge our sloppiness. Now, they won't get the chance. So take that judgey mcjudgersons!
All in all, this "break" is going well, but I still have botb all day long. Will that ever go away?
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The short answer is - no, it won't go away. I'm sorry sweets. I still think about it a lot, but the good part is there isn't the added stress of appointments, shots, pills, thermometers, pee sticks, etc.
Good for you getting things done around the house! I need to take a page out of your book. Oh, but I have been working out too!
Hang in there - I'm thinking about you.
I was beginning to wonder about you! Glad to hear that there weren't any *major* blowouts during the wedding. And that you weren't under a Clomid induced rage!
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