Oh, and in completely unrelated news!

I'm attending a conference in Montreal in May, and I am so freakin' excited. My hotel was booked for me yesterday, and my flights are getting booked today.

I have *never* been that far away from home, so I'm both excited and completely terrified. The longest flight I've even taken was about an hour long, and to Montreal (almost all the way across the country from me!) is just under 5.

Now I just have to decide if I'm going to take my BBT with me on the trip, or take 4 days off from temping...

R had the NERVE last night to complain when I took the last scoop of ice cream.

I promptly reminded him not to f*ck with the crazy hormonal woman.

And to put ice cream on the shopping list next time he leaves only one scoop.

Men. ;)

So, I went for my CD3 blood work, but left very confused and emotional. Dr. only ordered FSH, not LH & FSH, and I'm not sure why or what that means. From my understanding, it's the balance between them that matters the most, so I'm not sure why she would order one and not the other.

I think R thinks I've officially gone crazy, because I spent the car ride home from the lab fighting back tears. Part of me wants to call my Dr. and find out what's up, but I'm so irritated with that one receptionist that I don't want to risk having to talk to her again because in this state that would just send me over the edge. R thinks I should just trust that my Dr. ordered the right thing, since she's probably already seen the results from 2 weeks ago and definitely has more information at this point than I do. I guess I'll find out soon enough.

R did his sample for his SA this morning, and we rushed it to the hospital. So that's done, and he's feeling relieved to have gotten it over with.

*sigh*

Hopefully tomorrow is a better day. It's sure been a string of lousy ones.

I'm think I'm in Stage IV, but I skipped over OPKs and went straight to my doctor after two 65+ day cycles in a row. Haven't had to submit to an HSG yet, since my problem seems to be more of the uncooperative ovary variety than the blocked tubes variety, but I guess we'll have to see what the specialist says. Hubby did his SA this morning, so we'll probably get his results about the same time as the rest of my results come in. Then it's off to the specialist. Yippee.

I'm curious to know where my readers fall in the stages, so please de-lurk and share. :)

So, I woke up this morning feeling new. The dark mood that has hung over me for the last few days had subsided, and I was ready to take on the world.

Then I called my doctor's office.

I had called yesterday to let them know I had started a new cycle so that my doctor could do a requisition for my day 3 work-up. I ended up getting her nurse's answering machine, so I told her what was up and asked her to call me back on my cell. Well, she didn't call my cell, but she did leave a message at the house asking me to call and confirm which lab I wanted my requisition sent to.

I figured I'd tackle that before I went to work, because I know I have a busy day ahead of me at the office, and I don't need any distractions.

I get the receptionist. I ask her to transfer me to my doctor's nurse. She says she's sorry, but she can't do that before nine. Fine. Can I leave a message? Then she says, with full snark on, that she just explained that she can't put me through until 9. Now normally, I would have just put my tail between my legs and called back later, but I've got full on raging Day 2 hormones going on. So I said that I understood that, but perhaps she could grab a pen and write down a message?

It doesn't come out well on screen, but my words were literally dripping with the snark I was throwing right back at her.

She reluctantly agreed to take the message, and I hung up.

And then I cried.

Damn I hate hormones.

I swear the cramps are getting worse every cycle. Or maybe I just suffer from the same kind of amnesia in regards to menstrual cramps that some people swear allows women to forget all about child-birth and consider having more than one child.

All I know for sure is that it currently feels like my uterus is trying to claw its way out of my body. Maybe it's decided that it doesn't like my ovaries any more than the rest of me does, and it's decided to make a run for it.

I darn near smothered R tonight for chewing too loudly. Gotta love hormones!

Midol PMS. Good stuff man. Good stuff.

I've never taken the PMS variety before - I've just stuck with the menstrual formula, but since I didn't specify to R what kind I wanted when I sent him to the store yesterday, he grabbed the PMS formula.

The PMS variety contains a mild sedative. Which is absolutely freakin' perfect when you're irritable to the point of wanting to rip someone's face off for breathing too loud.

The world is a much better (albeit slightly fuzzy) place today.

Sara over at The Island has a nifty little nerd test in her sidebar, so I clicked on over for a giggle. Turns out, I am an even bigger nerd than I imagined!



How about you?

Just for kicks, I also took their "Are You Stupid" test.

Wanna know what I just did?

Well, I can tell you that I most certainly did *not* eat an entire family sized Caesar salad, complete with an entire bag of croutons. And extra dressing. And extra parm.

And I most certainly did *not* eat it directly out of the serving bowl.

No, I most certainly did not.

At least, that's what I keep trying to tell myself.

AF is definitely on her way, because I am in full on bitch mode today. Luckily, M is with the grandparents until after dinner and R is working on the cars, so I can sit here and feel sorry for myself and eat a mountain of chocolate in peace. The cramps have started, and I'm out of Midol, so I'll be sending R to the store later for more. I'd go myself, but I personally think it should be illegal for me to get behind the wheel of a car when I'm this irritable, so it will be better for everyone if he goes for me.

If anyone reading this has any magic remedies for PMS symptoms, please share in the comments. :)