Aside from almost choking to death upon reading the newspaper last weekend we were busy with one or two other things.
Most importantly, we got to meet ET's new nephew.
He's changed a lot from the first photographs we saw. He has a thick fluffy head of black hair and a handsome curious face that could sell anything.
He also snuffles in his sleep like a hedgehog I once nearly stood in. Textbook cute.
So, what's next for us?
Simply, more of the same.
We meet with the specialist on the 11th March, just under two weeks from now. This is a meeting where we've been told we can discuss starting some intervention. Almost certainly in the form of IUI, the question remains medicated or non-medicated.
The very early end to the last cycle (25 days) obviously means this one has started earlier than expected and the appointment will fall on CD16, therefore ruling out any slight chance we may of had that they would try something in this cycle.
The ultimate irony is, Spencer could be snuggling up to a slutty egg on his own initiative at the very moment I'm prying ET's fingers from the specialist's eye sockets.
The earliest we could realistically hope they step in is in the next cycle, due to start somewhere around 23rd March.
Before then, we just try to chill out again. Come back down. It's been an up and down few days.
Undoubtedly and unfortunately, there'll be more to come.