Super quick

I know its been an age since I posted. I was getting good, too!

I sort of got myself into a bit of a funk, so I've been hibernating a bit.

The weight isn't coming off in quite the way I'd hoped, but the exercise is meaning that my shape is changing. When my trainer measured me a week ago, I had lost a total of 19 centimeters - 12 of those from around my waist, which is both awesome and very encouraging.

Frustratingly, the way my clothes fit isn't what the Dr is looking at...

I'm back for a re-do of my hsg in a week - they refused to do it at my last appointment, but that's a whole new post - and its only 9 week to my follow up. I'm not hopeful.

Anyway, out with Mr B this evening for dinner, so must go beautify!


Jumping to conclusions...

Aren't the conclusions that people jump to just amazing?

I went out with a group of friends from work on Friday night. The two lovely ladies in the pic with me are both aware that Mr B and I are TTC and the efforts that are going into it. Most of them are aware that I'm on some sort of mission to lose weight, but they don't necessarily no why.

Anyway, when we decided to go out, I told the girls that I wouldn't be drinking as, for me, it just seems like "wasted" calories for me - especially as I'm more that capable of having a good time without the booze.

I'm not really a big drinker, but I do tend to have a few on a work night out, so I wasn't all that surprised when my request for a diet coke / lime and soda / orange and lemonade raised a few eyebrows, but when questioned why I wasn't drinking I just said that I didn't really feel like it.

A bit later in the evening, I had a bit of what I can only describe as ovary ache - I assume that it was a by-product of the violation I'd experienced earlier in the day - so I was sitting down. One of the guys came and sat on my lap and one of the girls saw that that really wasn't a good thing for me so she pulled as I pushed him off and told it that my stomach couldn't handle it.

He fell into the seat next to me, went wide eyed, gasped and pointed at me.

He looked from me, to my friend and back, all wide eyed wonder, gasping away.

"What? What's wrong with you?" I said.

He smiled, nodded, winked and said, "I get it!"

"Er, get what?" I said. "Oh! Oh God no! You're jumping to all the wrong conclusions, and you couldn't be more wrong!"

"Shut up! You're not drinking, you're stomach is bad...I get it!!"

I tried convincing him.

I'm not sure it worked....


Testing Testing!

Yesterday I had the first of my two appointments as requested by the gyne consultant - a transabdominal and transvaginal ultra sound.

Basically, I was violated by a sonographer with a giant wand and half a tube of KY Jelly!!

But, the good news is that my ovaries and uterus are cyst and fibroid free.

Bad news was that there was no sneaky baby hiding in there.

I feel weirdly uncomfortable today - almost like I'm bruised inside?

Got the HSG on Monday. Finger's crossed!