Due to the timing of Mr. Hope's sperm analysis, and his need to abstain for a certain number of days prior, plus the approximate timing of my ovulation, there's about a 0.0% chance of us having some kind of miracle natural conception. Meaning: no pressure, no symptom-spotting, no magical "what if" scenarios playing in my head. So this is good.
Also good: I've started to drop my pre-O water weight. It's so gratifying to see the scale start to go down, especially after how hard I've been working.
Of course, now that ovulation has been confirmed, I start my estrogen supps tomorrow, to help prime for the fresh IVF. Twice a day until I get my period. Me on estrogen = near-instantaneous weight gain. So I think I better enjoy my small-but-significant weight loss today, because that's likely to stop.
I need to keep reminding myself that although weight loss would be nice, really I'm doing all of this in hopes of a successful cycle/implantation. I'm 38 years old and I have never seen a real positive pregnancy test, just a few faint positives that were the result of the trigger shot not leaving my system as quickly as I thought it would.
On a completely different note: allow me to pat myself on the back for a sec. Yesterday was Halloween and I didn't have a single piece of candy. Not even a single BITE of a single piece of candy, though Mr. Hope and his offspring kept offering them to me even after I reiterated that I was off the sugar.
Apparently, I have willpower of steel.