Instead of dwelling, we did lots of fun things this weekend. Like this:
|Nom Nom 6-Year Anniversary Dinner|
|See Wicked. It's amazing.|
Sunday was more relaxed, and involved a lot of this:
|Why read when you can love me?|
Distraction technique number 4 was dinner with friends. And froyo. Which, incidentally, makes everything better.
|Oldy but goody PDLAMBLATI|
Our appt went well Monday morning, so huge sigh of relief. We still have tons of follies growing, generally between 11-13mm. My lining is a plump 10mm, ready and waiting. My e2 came back at 1137, which is finally in the range of what makes sense to me. The Fear is finally gone, and I have hope that this may actually turn out alright.
So. Yeah. Hope. Funny thing, eh?