Back to that daily grind...

...but hey, only five days until Cuba!

Suddenly everything else seems to pale in comparison. Chilly breeze today? No worries, I'll be in Cuba in five days - it'll be warm there. Back to work tomorrow? Oh well, at least NEXT Monday will be spent on a beach with Hubs and a pina colada. Have to get up at 6:30 for work? Bah - in five days a clock won't matter, and the only time we'll have to get up early is to go and see the sunrise, the one thing Hubs has specifically requested. Awwww.....gotta love him.

Hope everyone had a great weekend and managed to get outdoors! This weather has been incredible, and we tried our best to get out and enjoy it. Yesterday was a lot of running around - we bottled some wine, bought a bunch of stuff to take to Cuba with us to leave for the resort staff and their kids, bought Mother's Day stuff for Hubs' mom, had a get together with his family on the anniversary of a sad day, went to the library and got some reading material for the pool, then went to see Spiderman 3.

Since I'm sure you're all dying for my review of this first of the summer mega releases, I'll sum it up for you in one word - meh.

I've never really been a big superhero movie buff, but went along because Hubs and DeeDee really wanted to see it - and as soon as humanly possible. So I sat there, ate my popcorn, sipped my Diet Coke, and laughed at the parts I probably wasn't supposed to laugh at. You know, those serious moments that most people let sink in - I giggled. Too much for me, too much.

Oh well, they've seen it and that's that!!

The benefit of doing so much running around on Saturday meant that we could enjoy at a much more leisurely pace our Sunday. We slept in (incredible!! a sign of things to come, I'm sure), Hubs made breakie for me, then it was a short shuffle to Tim's for a coffee, then off to a day at the zoo!

Yep, it was time to step out into the sun and see the animals in their not so natural habitats. We get to the zoo, pay our parking fee, get in line for the membership desk...and we freeze our asses off.

Yeah, I didn't get the memo that it was super windy today and that wind was of the arctic variety. And I was in a tshirt and skorts. Brrrrr....not cool. Well...actually quite cool, but you know what I mean.

We oooohed and awwwed at the gorillas, said hi to my sister, brother in law and nephew (also at said zoo - as visitors, not on exhibit...thought I should point that out), wandered down to see the orangutans and kinda hung out there for a while. They have some cute little babies that I totally feel in love with - amazing how expressive those darned things can be! And did I mention it was warm in there? Heaven!

Once we'd had enough of zoo life, we headed home (following our obligatory stop at the gift shop for something of the stuffed variety for DeeDee) and prepared for a yummy-hot-dogs-on-the barbie-with-green-coleslaw-and-homemade-pasta-salad dinner. And nothing tops the evening off like a trip to the DQ for a Blizzard. Ah, blood sugar overload. Eeek...can't do that too often. It sure was good, but I have to say - I'm kinda glad there'll be no DQ in Cuba. Methinks those pina coladas will be dangerous enough in and of themselves.

So there's my weekend in a nutshell. Not too shabby, all things considered. Hope you had a great one as well and hey if not, just think - in five days I'm leaving for Cuba!!

Oh wait - uh, guess that only really works to make ME feel better, eh? Eesh, sorry about that.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

Hola chickas!

Yes, that is my lame attempt at Spanish. The good news is I'll have an opportunity to practice it even more starting next weekend - 'cause the diva's heading to Cuba.

Yep, we did it. We're booked. Four star, all inclusive, beachfront, swim up bar. A diva's delight. Just what the doctor ordered to keep my mind off all this fertility stuff indeed.

It's amazing what a positive impact just knowing we're going has already had on my general state of mind. Something to look forward to is a powerful thing, I'm now discovering. I have genuine smiley moments - very cool, since those have been somewhat few and far between as of late. And they really help to get over all this pain I'm having in the general vicinity of my girlie bits....every time I get a sharp stabbing pain in the ovary, I close my eyes and think of mojitos.

I'm kinda surprised how much it's helping, actually. And I sure as hell am not going to look this proverbial gift horse in the mouth!

In other news, I had a busy day today at work. Lots going on, a fun event to go to at lunch, then only two hours to squish an entire day's worth of work into once I made it back to my desk. Yeesh!

It was nice to then come home in the sunshine with Hubs, play some Wii and research Cuba. All happy activities. All in an effort to make the time leading up to Grey's Anatomy go faster.

Okay, so is anyone watching this? First, I love this show.... I really do. And I must say I'm now even more excited to see what the spinoff show will bring. Holy cast, batman! Yummilicious Taye Diggs back on prime time? Sign me up! Rrrrr....

Of course just as I'm attempting to put the whole fertility thing out of my mind Addison heads to her friendly neighbourhood fertility doc/BFF. Figures. Some great joke played on me by the universe. But I refuse to let it get me down - I just close my eyes and think of white sand and blue waters....and a couple more mojitos.

Back to Grey's. Here's a prediction for you - Preston leaves Christina at the altar. You may say to yourself WHUT? - but I see it coming. We know he's leaving the show at some point...what a fantastic way to write him off into the sunset. Drama. Gotta love it. Especially when it's in someone else's life. Even better when they're completely fictional someones and not me or any member of my diva posse.

I'm stuck on pause right here - Hubs is on the phone attempting yet again to have a 'rational' conversation with Sludge. Oy. I love how she can interrupt a perfectly good evening with a tempter tantrum or bout of self esteem issues.

Mojitos, mojitos, mojitos.

I think I'm going to go put my pj's on, take my evening diabeasties prick, maybe throw in some Advil for good measure (damned cyst) and generally do everything necessary to be ready for bed so that when, nay if, he ever gets off the phone, we can watch the second half of the show and then head up to bed. Lovely bed. Bed that is calling my name...singing me a sweet song, beckoning me to come up, sit a while, just lie down for a bit, there there...

Danged Sludge better not deny me too much cuddle time in said sweet bed with Hubs tonight. I'm hormonal, in a fair bit of pain, and at this point, there ain't a judge alive that would convict me for bitch slapping her for all she's done as of late.

Take that.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

Hmmm...how's July for you?

Yeah, July. It would appear that that's when our next chance to get pregnant will arrive.

Another bumpy day on our 'scenic route' to becoming parents. Sigh...are you getting bored of reading all this sad news, my dour reports of our journey? Believe me, I'm getting pretty darned fed up with having to write them all, I'll tell you what. But alas, here we are again.

To make a very long story short (yes, it is possible for me to do just that), I went in for a day three ultrasound and blood work today. Didn't have to do this last time, but whatever - I'm not the expert here. Yet. I'm sure it's just a matter of time...

Anydoodle, they decided I needed to come in and do this today and they'd give me the prescription for my increased dosage of clomid at the same time. Fine.

Hubs and I get up stupid early this morning, trudge through the traffic, he drops me off, and up I go for the morning poke I've missed so much in the past two plus weeks.

And that's when the bottom falls out. Again.

Apparently I have a cyst on my right ovary. That in itself is not a big deal - cysts come and go and are most often absorbed or flushed out by the body, so it's nothing to really be concerned about.

Unless you're trying to get pregnant, that is. You know, like us.

So, they tell me they're going to look at my blood work and if the cyst is producing hormones (huh?) they won't give me the clomid because it won't work. If that's the case, we'll have to cancel the cycle and wait for next time.

And wouldn't you know that would be exactly what's happening. The damned little bugger is producing too much estrogen, so I'm out. Again. Before we even got started. Again.

WTF? Just as I was starting to feel a bit more hopeful and generally positive about our little situation, something else comes along and smacks us upside the face.

So now, because the little beastie is generating estrogen, the clomid won't work. 'Cause the greedie thing would suck up all the good stuff and the rest of my wee follicles, just waiting for their taste, would get none. So nothing would happen. Hence why we're cancelling this entire cycle.

And now we wait. Again. I'm supposed to call them back in 4 weeks if I haven't had a period of my own. Which I won't, 'cause my body doesn't do that all by itself. So I'll go back in in four weeks and if things look okay, they'll give me more happy drugs to bring a cycle on - again - which will, as we now know all too well, take about two more weeks. Then we'll go back again on day three, this time hoping no more cysties are hanging out and cramping my style, and if the bastard is gone, we'll try the clomid.

And if IT works, we'll try, finally, our first IUI two weeks or so later.

Let's do the math, shall we? Four weeks before we go back, two weeks to start the next cycle, and two more weeks after that to head towards ovulation. 4+2+2 = 8. Eight weeks - or the beginning of July.

Which is why Hubs and I have spent the vast majority of our time at home this evening weighing the pros and cons of going south for a week to an all inclusive. Leaving next weekend. 'Cause I gotta tell ya - this diva's surely in need not only of a distraction, but of some time away from drugs and temping and charting and babies. Everywhere.

We'll see how the picture looks in the morning, but a week on the beach in Mexico sounds like just what the doctor ordered. And while my prescription for clomid rests futilely in my sassy white Jeanne Lottie messenger bag, this Mexico 'scrip is something I'd like to see filled much sooner rather than later. Fewer negative side effects.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?