Well, I'm finally feeling better, which is a good thing.
And, what's even better is that AF arrived on Friday. That's only 6 weeks after the last time I had a visit, and 3 times in the last 12 months. For me, that's like, regular!! I'm hoping this is the start of things to come - it would certainly make trying for babies easier, anyway!!!!
So, Valentines Day. Not something Mr B and I really celebrate. His birthday was only a couple of days ago, and mine's only a couple of weeks away, so we've never really celebrated. Plus, it's so commercialised. And expensive. Having said that, Mr B let me have a lovely lie in this morning before bringing me breakfast in bed. I did have a couple of hours of ironing to do, though. And then we had a lovely dinner, and bottle of wine (in fact, I'm a bit worse for wear at the moment...)
I really need to get back on track with the diet, though. It's ridiculous now - I know exactly what I need to do, and I'm just not doing it. I'm back at the Drs on Friday, and I know I won't have lost any weight, and I'm probably going to get in trouble. We go on our honeymoon in 11 weeks, and the whole plan is to start properly TTC, but if I don't shift some weight soon, it's never going to happen (and I won't look very nice in my swim suit, either!). Mr B and I were talking about the gym the other day - I know I need to be goinga t the weekend, and at least twice during the week, but by the time I get home from work, I just don't have the energy. I'm already out of the house for 11 hours of the day, so can I cope with another hour out, too?
I need to do it though, and should stop the bloody excuses!!!