Well...the boobies are outrageously sore, as per usual. And I'm outrageously tired (but maybe that's the sun, and we've had very full days this long weekend). It seemed I had to pee a lot yesterday, so my IF brain starts to thinking.... so at today's romantic wine and cheese picnic with DH, we substituted fizzy water for wine, just in case.
But I already know how this act ends. Any sort of faux-symptoms will disappear in a day or two, and AF will visit. And we'll be on to IUI #4. There is some slight complication as we have a four day camping trip planned, but it is all about when AF comes to see if that is going to cause trouble or not. Slight chance we'll put off IUI#4 until next cycle. Since AF has been 25-36 days in the last few cycles, I have no idea when she'll arrive.
In brighter news, I had an adoption dream yesterday. In the end, I was matched with a little boy! I still feel all maternalistic to this little dream boy. I was kind of thinking a lot about adoption that night. What would your facebook status be "We welcome little <child> to the family! Yes, that's right - we've been incredibly infertile this whole time! Fooled ya!"? Not smooth. So I suppose we'll have to start putting it 'out there' with the friends and fam that we're on the adoption path. After PRIDE training and we have more of a feel for what's what.
We've had a lovely Canada Day long weekend! :) From merry go round riding to nerf tennis to meeting lots of new people to to fireworks copious amount of goat cheese, it was lovely. :)
(And I ran into a girl from Church I really like a the park today! Fun! And here I was thinking I'd picked a rather secluded park!)
But ohmygosh tired now. I had a bit of a meltdown on the way home, I was the world's slowest walker. I blame the cheese. ;)