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The Creativity is Overwhelming Tonight

I don't know what's gotten into me, but I just managed to actually fancy up my page a little. It was a little ugly and boring compared to others and maybe it still isn't anything to write home about, but it's about as good as it gets for me.

Nothing much new here, just waiting patiently for Day 10 to arrive so that I can start my ovulation tests. So, Dr. Haas tells me that he wants me to use my 2nd morning pee of the day to test with. Okay, I can do that. But then he tells me that he prefers I test around 7 a.m. so I can get in to see him quickly.

Holy crap, maybe I'm misunderstanding something here... you want me to get up and pee twice by 7 a.m. He says, "yes, you can get up around 5 and go the first time, drink a glass of water, wake up around 7, check your temperature, then go do the ovulation tests. To me, it all adds up to a peaceful night's sleep :)

I feel like someone should just admit me into some sort of facility for all of this nonsense so that someone can keep me on a tight schedule. Everything is SO scheduled and there is NO room for flexibility. Because if there is one lesson I've learned, it's that infertility does not care if it's a good time for you or if you feel like doing it. You suck it up, put on your big-girl panties, and do it anyways.

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  1. I love the new layout...I still don't know how to pretty mine up! I hate how boring it is!

    I agree IF doesn't care if it is a good time for us. I also have heard and been told that my 2nd morning pee is the best.

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  2. I went to thecutestblogontheblock.com and followed the directions on there to get a new layout. It was actually pretty simple. Yours is cute anyways though! Hope you're doing well!

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  3. I alreay commented on here but it didn't post! :( I love the new layout...I can't figure out how to make mine prettier, so I'm stuck with how it is!

    I've also been told to use my 2nd morning pee which bites especially for you because you have to get up at 5am and 7am!

    I think it is amusing how we are told to schedule everything but if I have learned one thing through this, it is that nothing is planned accordingly!

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  4. lol, something is wrong with blogger because after I posted my 2nd message I saw my first and your reply...sorry! :)

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