So here it is. I am officially moved in with A.
It's taken a long time for the last box from storage at my parent's place to make it here but I finally opened it last night. It was the hardest one to open, as this one contained my china baby doll. I know it's silly to get myself worked up at this - and once we start the tww, it will probably pale in comparison - but fresh on the heels of a family birth announcement, in the week I expect to be ovulating...I had wine with dinner and cookies for breakfast. Screw the diet.
Well, actually the diet has been going rather well. I don't track my weight pound by pound - never have - but people at work have started commenting that I've lost weight. I guess in this way I'm lucky; I seem to have only the mildest form of most of the presenting symptoms of PCO. My weight can usually be managed by cutting back on the indulgences and only a little extra exercise (physical job and all)
We'll be flying to Spain on Christmas eve, to spend time with A's side of the family. I'm not sure how I'll manage being in such close quarters with our newborn niece. Still, there is an upside to this: we'll be meeting with our potential k.d before Christmas. Hopefully, he'll have an answer for us and we can make arrangements or finalise alternative plans for our first attempt in the new year.
