First of all - Sprogblogger - AWESOME. That's all I have to say about that.
Cat: a little better. Pissed off which means she isn't delirious anymore. She recognized me yesterday and wanted to be picked up. She is yelling at everyone! Phew. She is still in the ICU but I am cautiously optimistic.
DE: I bugged 'em. Fuck it - I pay enough to damn well bug 'em. Here is the scoop. The other recipient is having lots of test done. The coordinator will put together our dates after the other recipient's last visit next week. It looks like we will not be starting mid August, like I had hoped. On the up side, the longer we wait the more weight I can lose and the more my chances of successful transfer etc. So OK, I'll wait. Just not too freakin' long!
As I have mentioned before my drug of choice is food. If I am happy, I'll eat. If I am sad, I'll eat. Boredom - ya. So this week has tested my resolve to the limit. I walk back from the Animal Hospital, holding back sobs, checking my email every step of the way to see if Cornell has got it together and all I can think is ... chocolate cake, fries, BBQ, carbs and fat. Have I "given in" ? No. And I have walked 10,000 steps everyday. Each time the urge comes I think "I can eat that but Cat will still be in the ICU and I will still working towards becoming pregnant" So this week I have learnt that I can do it without the food. Crap week, big lesson.