great leaps forward

I can cough and it doesn't hurt. The under-the-skin stitch (in some other layer of something that I can't actually see) on the far left that had a searing/ripping sensation every time I laughed or moved leftward has stopped doing that. I can wear a lot of my clothes, I behave mostly normally at work (though my constant gas has come back - BUT ONLY AT WORK. WTH?), and this morning, when the walk light was about to change, I scooted across the street - almost a run. Next Monday is two weeks, and I think I may even try out being a strap-hanger on the bus. Milestones, and whatnot.

I have a follow-up appointment with Dr. L on Friday. I have all sorts of important questions to ask her. I didn't get my p+7 draw done this cycle because I figured all my signs were so wonky from the surgery-related discharge. But she said next cycle was time enough. And she gets to lift my restrictions on delightful activities like carrying more than ten pounds, wearing tampons, and sex.

Oh, while we're on the subject, I have a question, internet people. Yes, yes, she can clear me for sex when she sees me. But I know how this works - you always see the doctor and say, "Am I good to do x?" and they always say, "Oh, x? Gosh, I didn't know you were waiting on that. You could have done that weeks ago!" So I want to know - how long after surgery is one supposed to have sex?

I recognize that a careful observer might perceive an apparent discrepancy between this post and mine two previous. I can assure you that no such discrepancy exists. You see, having sex with me is a religious experience - guaranteed to bring back any person of good will even from the brink of despair. The surgical scar is a bonus. (Actually, my husband probably thinks that. He tried to get me to show it to all our guests. GOOD GRIEF.)

Happy weekend, infertiles.