I got third place in my division at the triathlon on Saturday! What a great experience. Working so hard to achieve something tangible, and getting great results - exactly the opposite of infertility. It was great to have my husband there, so proud of me, too.
Of course, at the baby shower, my mom made a comment about how her friend had asked her, when she found out I was doing a triathlon, "isn't she trying to get pregnant?" Her friend who she was never supposed to tell about us ttc, but she can't keep a secret (the reason why she doesn't know yet about IVF, and hopefully won't know until after the fact).
The baby shower after the tri wasn't too painful, except finding out that my friend's friend, who I've met a few times, is also pregnant. We also played a few stupid games, but I sat out of the one that would have been the hardest for me to deal with.
And that was my weekend. An amazing high, followed by a crappy low (that was better than expected), followed by tons of chores and hanging out and getting housework done. Time to start counting down the next big events in my life - Alaska, knee surgery, and IVF.