My favorite thing about New Year's Day is that I get time off from work again, only a week after Christmas. What was I doing when the clocked turned? I was driving my sister in law to pick up her boyfriend from the airport (Pathetic really because I was worried she'd get lost/get hit by a drunk driver/slide off the road and burst into a flaming ball of twisted metal and rubber). New Year's Eve just isn't incredibly significant to me. It's pretty much a drinker's holiday, and well, I don't drink.
However, I am all about the New Year. It's a new, fresh beginning. It's my year to get things done. It's the year good things will happen. Hopefully. I've already started eating better in an attempt to lose weight. I'm hoping I can keep with it because I would love to shed a couple of love handles and a saddle bag or two (gross, wouldn't it be weird if I only had one saddle bag?). I do have an ulterior motive, though. It's likely that my ovulatory function will increase if I lose just 10% of my body weight. Psh, piece of cake. Mostly, though, I just really want to look hot this summer and not be embarrassed to wear a bathing suit.
Speaking of ovulatory function, I really hope that stupid cyst has gone away. I'm ready to start a new medicated cycle already! I will admit that it has been really nice to not have to think about getting knocked up all the time. I can't be too upset about the cyst (although I was when I found out it was there) because it gave us a much needed break from fertility treatments. Well, I have an ultrasound to find out on Thursday morning. Wish me luck!