Adjusting

That's pretty much all we're doing these days. We are mostly moved in, mostly unpacked, mostly ready to start subbing and getting back into a routine. I am slowly getting used to being a SAHW, you know, the kind of woman who is "taken care of" by her man. It's odd, but not entirely unpleasant.

Mo is doing great. I mean really and truly GREAT. Not one late night, not one slip up. Yes, it's only been three weeks. But STILL. This is what he needed. His sleeping patterns have evened out and he's up before me most mornings. He's staying busy and, well, adjusting to life outside his comfort zone in a way that I am intensely proud of.

It hasn't been entirely bump-free, but it's been good. We've fought. I've cried. But I still feel in my bones that this was the best possible move we could have made. Whatever happens from here on out, this is not going to be a decision I regret.

Oh, and on a side note (as my focus has definitely shifted lately), we started our semi-secret FET cycle last week. I started Lupron on Sunday, and we are scheduled for transfer at the end of April. I am *cautiously* optimistic. We have four 5 and 6-day blasts in the freezer and its our intention to thaw all of them and transfer three if possible.

Everything else is falling into place -- wouldn't it be amazing if this did too?