Still employed? Check.
Grandmother still alive? Check.
Stopped birth control pills? Check.
Ovaries quiet? Check.
Mood returning to normal? Errr...
Two bad things happened today: 1) My wireless network had an invisible but total meltdown when I tried to add a range expander, the addition of which was necessitated by the fact that our TV room/guest room/my office will be housing the in-laws for (*gulp*, *sigh*) two weeks, and I need to move my desk (new, from Ikea, $65 and rather sharp, but the legs must be removed to navigate our slender hallway) to the bedroom. And why, oh, why in the name of Alabama did the wireless manufacturer not document--somewhere, anywhere in the installation guide--that it is not compatible with 128-bit WEP encryption? 2) I was told that my cervix is now "difficult"--after being such a paragon of virtuous behavior--and will have to be stitched aside to ensure that Dr. FYC doesn't have problems during transfer. The stitching will, thank god, be done during retrieval, when I am happily asleep.
Two good things happened today: 1) Jeff made fauxlognese sauce. It is a bolognese without about 90% of the fat, and is a work of culinary genius. Tastes like pure and glorious sin. 2) I am soon to make my first real-life contact with a fellow blogging infertile, the lurvely Cass from Many a Mile. I hope that we will discuss what's wrong with our vaginas in loud, proud voices, drawing a fascinated crowd in the streets of San Francisco. Though, realistically, our audience has likely been desensitized by the just-past Pride weekend.
Off to L.A. for the seventy-fourth time on Friday, back Tues.