Post Op Halfway Point

So I realized as I was filling my pill box the other night that 1) it is both weird and amusing that I have a pill box, and 2) I'm 2 weeks into this round of hormones, so half way through the planned time with the intrauterine balloon.  That means I only have 2 weeks left until it gets removed.  Not that there is anything for me to do right now, but at sometimes all I can do is hurry up and wait.  For some reason though this time the continued weeks of doing "nothing" feel more like I'm doing something when I'm filling up those little boxes.  I don't know if its just breaking up the time into smaller intervals, but each week goes by much faster than waiting out the month.  I did have a post op office visit after one week, and things seemed as good as can be expected at that point.  It was so different to actually see a cavity there on the US screen this time, but is way to early to know if it will be functional on so many levels.  Questions still remain if I'm developing any/enough functional lining or if the tubes themselves are open.  I'll have the balloon removed in 2 weeks, then a few more studies to check those things and monitor for any redevelopment of scar tissue with office hysteroscopies.  Sometimes it seems daunting, how involved the process is, how many questions are still left, especially considering how many things we've done already.  But I've gotten pretty good at this one step at a time thing.  The other good news (depending on your point of view) is that the hormone levels have to be built up in my system because I'm back to crying every day over the most ridiculous things.  I'm not even sad half the time it happens, or at least I don't think so, just crying.  Sometimes I'll start crying, and then laugh at how I have nothing to cry about.  The husband loves it, if you can imagine.  I'm also constantly nauseated, which apparently is another side effect of the high doses of hormones, and maybe the antibiotics.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, more observing out loud if you will.  I fully realize all of this is part of the process, and am more than willing to cry all day every day, and be 100 times more nauseated if it would help our outcomes.  Its just a little surreal to cry through 3 episodes of Glee, feel like throwing up before, during and after a meal, and then wake up in the middle of the night starving with eyes so puffy they are almost swollen shut.  Those around me are probably just as awed by the upswings - the giddiness that comes either from the estrogen itself - or the comparative result of just not being nauseous and depressed at that moment.  So who knows which me you'll run into next, but stick around and you might get to share the whole spectrum.  Not to worry, I'm sure it won't take that long.