Finally.  My acupuncturist stuck me with needles in many odd places (never anywhere near the areas they’re meant to affect) and I think I was getting my period anyway, but there you have it.  Around 12 days from now I can finally get this frozen embryo transfer done.  As expected I’m feeling more optimistic about it, though that’s a glimmer seen mostly through a fog of Lupron, post-graduation letdown and general malaise.  Now I can start sticking estrogen patches on my body on Saturday and have some semblance of normal mental health going by mid-next week. 

Not much else to report.  I’m cleaning out closets, or I’m supposed to be, and looking in the mirror and noticing I don’t look a hell of a lot different now that I have a master’s degree.