Monday, February 25, 2013
So, despite my good intentions, last week fell all to hell and I didn't accomplish much. I knew that Tuesday I would not be able to get a workout in, as it was my late night at school. Wednesday, we ended up having to have my husband's dog (and best friend, and baby) put down, and he has been absolutely devastated. This added to his work stress has really thrown him for a loop, and he's had a really hard time. I've been more focused on him and taking care of him, which needed to be the case, so I didn't do much else besides that and school. So, today I came home, took care of a few things, and then hit the treadmill. I'm frustrated with how badly out of shape I am, and the fact that I'm really starting all over from scratch, but I guess that's better than not starting over at all. Or something.
The good news is that my last blood test had my hormone level at 24 (I'm trying to get back to 0), so I'm close. I'm down to "take a home pregnancy test in two weeks and call us if it's still positive." This may be the firs time since my 20s that I prayed for a negative HPT! Ha.
Off to grade (ugh) and wait for the hubs so I can make dinner. Tonight's an early to bed night if it kills me.