Hello, Lupron. I see you are still an asshole.

Whoa.  I sure could use a nap.  I forgot how Lupron sucks the energy right out of your bones.  My alarm goes off in the morning.  The dogs jump up and think we are going for a walk.  Think again, my hairy babies.  You better lay back down before I bite your head off.

Lupron, you haven't changed a bit.

I had some great sessions with my acupuncturist.  I wish I could get a spy cam in there to log everything that comes out of her mouth.  It would fail to capture her amazing energy - she gets as excited by the process as I do.

I told her how quickly things had fallen into place - stims start next week.  What.  

Leave the creativity to my acupuncturist.  She looks at me and says with dramatic flair, "Wow.  That baby is really pushing down to get here."

And I understood exactly what she meant. 

She has me applying oils.  I smell of patchouli and feel like I should have the munchies.  Some oils are for hormones and some are for blood.  They are applied on different body parts.  Some are nourishing and some are invigorating.  They are applied at different stages of my period.  It has rules and I enjoy the structure.

There is something about the ceremony of application, the ritual.  It is quiet and calm in the morning.  The scents fill the room.  I turn my thoughts towards the infant on the way to our family.  I blissfully skip over all the milestones I must achieve to welcome this baby.

Stay fertile, my friends.