...that I will be Peak +15 on my birthday on Saturday.
I was in my Restorative yoga class this evening and it hit me, and the thought totally took me out of my relaxed state.
I will either be enjoying the company of AF, or I will be losing my mind because I made it that far in my cycle.
Two things that are crazy-making in my infertile brain.
The last week in the 2WW is the pits.
On the upside: My local Napro doctor phoned me on Friday night at 7:40pm to tell me to raise my dose of T3. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful doctor. I am feeling an improvement on 15mcg twice a day. I've been feeling so alert and "with it" since I upped my dosage on Saturday morning. I was even able to finish my laundry (hand washing and all) last night when we got home from a dinner date with some friends. I'm still waiting for the warmth, but it's also been super cold up here, so I may be cold for another reason!
p.s. I've realized that I have a really bad attitude with regards to my crazy class. I need to figure out how to deal with these kids without losing my mind or resorting to copious amounts of alcohol. Advice anyone?