Weigh-laid by snow

Firstly, thank you for the polite comments on the last post. I'm obviously way too mean because, if I had been reading my blog, I'm sure that I would have suggested a weight. A weight which would have been way more than the person was expecting and I would have offended so, I think your approach is exemplary (although believe me, you needn't have worried about offending because it is bad). Between you and me, I was hoping that my invitation would entice some readers to de-lurk (owing to it being de-lurk week) however, I think I may be over-estimating just how many people read my ramblings blog.

Anyway, I am waffling so I will get back to the matter in hand. It was a complete let down on Wednesday night because my WW class was cancelled owing to the Big Freeze that has gripped the UK. So, after shitting preparing myself, all week day for the worst, I was none the wiser as to how bad I have actually been. Although, in saying that I do have a bit of an idea because I weighed myself at home but, this is not a true reflection because my scales never weigh me the same as the WW scales, in fact, my scales tend to weigh me about 5lbs lighter (why am I going to WW I hear you ask). I go because I have no discipline unless I have structure and a very scary woman telling me off for putting on weight.

The reason I have been so scared and preoccupied with how much weight I have put on in December is because my scales are weighing me 7lbs heavier than I was on 2 December and, if you add the 5lbs that they are always out by, it amounts to a whopping 12lbs! I bet none of you would have posted such a large amount. How awful is that? I am totally disgusted that I can put that much weight on in one month - see, I definitely need a structure and a very scary woman!

On another note, I am feeling really guilty because my mum asked me last night if I had heard from the hospital and I said no. I just wasn't ready to give her an answer because I haven't decided on what I am going to do yet - in terms of letting her know. I have spoken to my sister and she thinks that I will need my mum's support during IVF but we both agreed that I needed to have a word with her to make sure that she doesn't share it with anyone else. She tends to tell her best friend and sisters lots of things that she probably shouldn't. So, my options are:

1. Tell her when the appointment is but explain that, although I would like her support, I don't want anybody else to know. Do I want/need her support?


2. Tell her that the appointment is later than it actually is so that I am always one step ahead of her. I think this will be too stressful and she will be phoning me on days that I have said I have got an appointment when I haven't. Will get very messy. This isn't really an option but is something that has crossed my mind so I thought that I'd list it.


3. Tell her that we have received the appointment but that I would rather not say when it is because I don't want the stress of people knowing and wondering. This would totally upset her and would defeat the object because she would be always wondering.

Are there any other options? At the moment I can't think of any so it is looking like number 1. In all honesty, I don't think I am bothered about my parents knowing when we are going through the treatment, it is having to deal with the result of the treatment that bothers me. If it fails I will be upset enough without having to deal with their sadness and, if it works, I'll be stressing that they are celebrating too soon, there is such a long period between finding out that it has been successful and being able to breath a sigh of relief (which is why no.2 crossed my mind).