Prescription tampons are a girls best friend.

Sunday was my wedding anniversary (6 years – eek, I’m an old hag!) and the Hubs and I had a rather non-eventful day, laying around the house in a zone, since my body decided that 3 am would be a good time to wake up, we are too broke to go away for the weekend, and, uh, there are lots of other things like IVF and having my period and not getting that Brazillian wax (due to said period) that made me think, nah, let’s just put off the party a couple of days.

We did however, do brunch before brushing our teeth and exchange gifts, at which moment I got a ring I have been drooling over and shamelessly hinting à la “That’s what I want you to buy me for our wedding anniversays, got it?” I haven’t been wearing my wedding ring (fat hands, eergh!! it doesn’t fit anymore) and I don’t have the heart to get it enlarged, since that it kind of akin to admitting that I will always have fat hands, from this day forth, and oh, did I tell you I’ve actually been jogging? For about 2 months now. Yeah, for real. But my hands are still fat.

So you can imagine the SURPRISE when I opened the tiny box, and THERE IT WAS, the ring I’ve been brainwashing him to buy me perfect gift from an, oh, so thoughtful man.

I bought him a bottle of cologne so he doesn’t smell funny.

I also celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary by stopping the BCP’s and using my prescription tampons, prescribed to me by my lovely RE. I still don’t know exactly what they’re for, except that it says ‘probiotic’ on the tiny can, that they have progesterone in them (interesting) and that you can get them without a prescription from Mexico if you want to be as priveledged as I seem to be.

Other than that, I also celebrated my wedding anniversary by recieving an unsolicited email from my mommie telling me in about 10 000 words what en evil person and terrible daughter I am. I retaliated by googling Amazon and ordering this book.

((insert awkward subject change here))

In other news, I start my stims on Wednesday, and have once again, neither hope nor ambition for this cycle, at least for the time being. Let it be what it is but I guess I just feel like my little heart can only take so much. So I’m trying not to hope, or to think about it. We’ll see how easy that proves to be once the needles come out.

Oh and one last thing, I am going back to school. It’s official, I’ve registered and will be doing 4 classes by coorespondance this year. So I am eagerly awating my acceptance package (please don’t regect me!!!!) and my coursework. Sadly I won’t be going to the school I spoke about, since it is WAY too expensive, and I am ineligable for any aid, but we’ll see how things work out in the future. For the moment I’m taking some general classes and then next year should I continue, I’ll have to choose a field of study. I’ve got some ideas rolling around in my mind but we’ll just see what happens between now and then.