Memory of sunshine

Hm, I still remember the sunshine. Which is a good thing, particularly after I checked the weather forecast for this lovely city of mine.

Hawaii was, well, Hawaii! We stayed at a one of those big, fancy hotels on Maui, albeit in the cheap basement rooms, right next to the village doctor's waiting room, the hallway. We had pool access from 6pm-8pm while the regular visitors were off to dining*. But that's okay, because I prefer the ocean anyway. Plus, I actually went swimming in the pool once and I had it all to myself! I got some snorkeling done and saw some colorful fish. And whales!!! Unfortunately, the corals which I remember being very colorful from my last visit were drained of color. Maybe it's just a cycle thing.

Speaking of cycle: the last couple of days I was a bit worried I would get my period too soon (and right in the middle of the ocean...oh, are you a shark?), but it behaved this cycle. I did get it on our last day. Now, of course, I was hoping I wouldn't get it at all , but when have I ever conceived with the help of meds (what, I didn't tell you I took Letrozole and had three, well, two follicles growing????)??? To be honest, for a couple of hours I felt a bit down, despite the beautiful surroundings.

Now, we're back in Seattle. But the memory of sunshine will hopefully be with me for a while longer...

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* kidding. We were also permitted to dip our toys into the pool around 1pm...

EDIT:
DinoD, thanks for your comment! And you are completely right: we have some beautiful sunshine here this afternoon?! Sure, didn't look like it this morning.

Sadness and happiness in SIF

A good friend of mine was recently diagnosed with some uterine condition that makes it very difficult for her to get pregnant/stay pregnant. It cannot be operated upon and her RE basically told her to forget about pregnancy. This diagnosis came as a big surprise because, you see, she has a daughter and had no problems getting and staying pregnant with her. Her daughter apparently implanted in the only possible spot.

A few short months after the final RE verdict, she discovered she was pregnant again. I was very optimistic for her because, after all, I am the one with bad luck (the ones around me seem to be doing just fine - or so I think in my self-pity). I was, unfortunately, so wrong. She, too, miscarried at 10 weeks. The doctors believe this miscarriage has nothing to do with her uterine condition.

Life can be such a bitch sometimes.

Sometimes it grants great happiness after great sadness, though. My daughter's former toddler teacher Bella is ripe with her second child, after suffering a stillbirth and subsequent secondary infertility. She is so deliriously happy, it's a joy to see.

My two SILs are getting rounder, too. And me? I am off to Hawaii!