I can't believe it's already May and a Canadian long weekend is here. I'm still not used to writing 2015 yet (which is not helped that the software I use has been the "December 2014" version until a week ago). We are off camping this weekend, our May long tradition. The weather should be pretty good for May camping - today being the coldest day with a high of 18C and overnight low of 8C. A chance of showers here and there but not a whole weekend of rain. I can deal with that.
May has had some lovely weather. It's well earned after that ever lasting winter. This picture is from a week ago, all those trees have filled out since then We put up a Manitoba flag in the back yard. The previous owners had a short flag pole on the deck and it's made it feel a little more like ours. We've been eating outside pretty much every night, admittedly sometimes with a little lap blanket as the temperatures are still cool in the evening.
This may be a bit of TMI, but anyone left reading after all the infertility crap should be used to that.
I never had a regular cycle and it became abundantly clear in all that treatment that I don't ovulate regularly. So life without fertility treatments and hormones is the new "normal" for me. Generally, it's pretty awesome not to have to worry about my period for weeks on end, but I'm sort of seeing the down side too. When I do get my period, I am getting a pretty bad case of PMS, something I'm not really used to. Two weeks out my breasts get heavy and sore. Two freaking weeks. And as those two weeks go by, my mood gets worse. More apathetic, more likely to tear up at stupid things, less productive. If I don't want to make dinner, sew or buy groceries, you can imagine how inclined I am to go to work. And all this was at it's worst on Mother's Day - like one of the top 3 triggers for sadness and negative thoughts.
It is lovely to feel like myself again.
Things are moving along on the adoption front. We have an assigned worker and have a date in June to meet the whole team. That isn't holding them back from presenting kids to us. I can't talk about the kids, and I am not saying these are the ones, but we're at the point of making some pretty big and scary decisions. It's pretty cool.
So now that I'm "ME" again, maybe after camping I can finish up the silk noil Hollyburn I cut out.