Since the embryo transfer and subsequent positive news about the Snowflake(s), I have been much more careful about what I have been putting in my body. Somehow, in this delicate time in his/her/their lives, I feel that I must do everything possible to keep them healthy. Eating has become a serious time of decision for me as of late. A time when I must fend off temptation with every ounce of will left in me. For a foodie like myself, it’s not always easy.

At the office today, the guys opted for lunch at McDonald’s. My normal order would be something along the lines of a filet o’ fish or cheeseburger, french fries, Diet Coke, and maybe an apple pie. Today, I ordered a side salad and a fruit & walnut salad. However, I did reap half the benefits of the 2 apple pies for $0.99 deal, thanks to Ted, which probably negated all of the healthy eating I did prior to that. But dang, that piece of deep fried goodness sure was tasty delicious.

Hey, I’m trying. Give me a break. Baby steps.

I haven’t had any chocolate since December, and surprisingly, I don’t miss it all that much. During chilly evenings like the past week or two, though, a hot cocoa sure is tempting. I bought some herbal tea (no caffeine) at Long’s tonight while I picked up my prescription for my Climara estrogen patches. (12 patches cost me $61.88! When you have to wear 3 patches at a time, that’s only 4 applications. Geez.)

Wow, how did we go from hot beverages to a rant about the cost of my prescriptions? Oh yeah, I am the queen of tangents.

I also seem to have kicked the Diet Pepsi habit as well. (So, Ryan is now the recipient of all of my Costco coupons for Diet Pepsi.) Prior to beginning IVF, I would drink nothing but diet soda, tea, iced tea (sweetened with Splenda), or water. Non-caloric drinks. There’s something about drinking 150 calories in a few thirsty gulps that just seems inherently wrong. But, you know, sometimes you just gotta drink something with more flavor than water. Perhaps the introduction of caloric drinks into my diet has also contributed to my weight gain, which incidentally, I am blaming completely on those hormones at the moment.

Today, I woke up less bloated than last night. My work pants fit and I was a little concerned. “Are the Snowflake(s) okay??” I have a feeling that I am going to be paranoid until I get my first ultrasound on February 1st. And, I probably still won’t completely relax in my pregnancy until I hit the end of my first trimester, which will also mark the end of my progesterone injections and climara patches. Now, that will be a day for celebration indeed!