First off – Dog. Dog is good. Her name is Nellie – as in “Nervous Nellie” or possibly “Nosy Nellie”. She is, what could charitably be called, timid. Since my previous dog was so overly confident that she once jumped into a river. From a cliff. To rescue my husband. Who actually wasn’t drowning. Even though she couldn’t swim. It took a long time to fish her out, convince her that she was the only one in trouble, and that maybe she shouldn’t have jumped from quite so high a distance anyway. The vet loved my previous dog. Her hijinks put his eldest through college.
Nellie doesn’t suffer from this sort of self-delusion.
She is a princess, and she knows she’s a princess. This means that people are there to protect her. Certainly not the other way around. It also means she suffers from sighthound anorexia. ie: she’s been here for three days now, and has possibly consumed two cups of food in that time. Need to work on that.
She is, however, a cuddler, despite being all elbows and knees and sharp pointy noses. Raised by a gay couple, she instantly bonded with boy, but is less sure what to make of me. Taking her jogging helped, although I think she’d be just as happy to never leave the house again.
But the step-daughters like her as much as they can like anything to do with me. And the boy is being a veritable saint about this all. She makes his eyes itch when she licks him, and because of her thing for boys, she tries to lick him quite often.
I am better, emotionally, than I have been in a very very long time. It’s so good to have something besides coming home from work to look forward to in the morning. It’s so good to have a dose of doggie-joy when I come home. It’s so nice to be needed and looked for by half of the members of this household instead of just by 1/3 of them.
Nellie is the best.
No side-effects from the DHEA so far, and it’s been about a week. Bleeding still hasn’t stopped, but it’s definitely spotting now, not full on bleeding. My skin is looking better than usual, and I’m feeling happy (though, again, I’m inclined to give that credit to the boy for giving me the dog.) Trying for optimism, here, but willing to settle for cautious interest. This could still all come to shit. I’m having an MRI on the 5th, a week from tomorrow, and that should either rule out Adenomyosis, or it’ll rule out ever having a baby. No big.
And, continuing in that optimism-vein, assuming everything goes the way we hope, we’re then going to be waiting for me to have a REAL period (Yay, more blood!) at which point we can try to figure out exactly what we’re doing in October. At the moment, there’s a writing convention in Calgary that I’m planning to attend. A writers’ con. that I’ve gone to every year for the past many, where I reconnect with friends not seen since last year’s convention, and also where I met the boy. I have a lot of reasons to want to attend, but not if it comes in the middle of stimming. There’s one up in Albany, too, that I’d like to go to, but that one I can attend even if I just go up for an overnight in between appointments. Boy would, I think, like me to delay this next cycle so that nothing could possibly interfere, but then it just gets stupid. There’s Thanksgiving. There’s Christmas. And no, I don’t think it’s reasonable to wait until January. We’re under some hormonal constraints here!
So, yeah, more waiting, though since I get to pop pills three times a day, I do feel like I’m accomplishing something. Eggs on Drugs! Yes!