I had an RE appointment yesterday, a good one for once. So much to share...
1. I'm only have to take the Lupron for two more weeks.
2. I'm not supposed to have sex for another two weeks. (I have to admit I haven't exactly followed this advice to the letter, but I behaved better on this one than the liquid diet I was supposed to be on for a three week span covering vacation AND Christmas -- yeah right.)
3. I can return to full physical activity (with the exception of 2 above). So this means no more excuse not to go to the gym.
4. My RE once again hugged me. This was wrong for two reasons. A. I'm not a hugger. B. I don't generally hug men other than my husband when I'm not wearing pants.
Next Steps: So RE tells me to call him when I get my period. I pipe up and say, "I already got my period. It started yesterday." Admittedly my flow has quickly turned to a trickle. Unless things pick up again, you can hardly call it a period. RE says, "You're not bleeding now are you? Call me when you get a real period." OK then. Time to hurry up and wait again.