...as in without the lovely crazy drugs in my system. We got our nice smiley face today, which puts us in the doctor's office tomorrow morning. And luckily, T gets to be there this time. We're pretty pumped it worked out to be tomorrow versus Monday morning. Just a lot more relaxing to come home afterwards rather than trying to rush into work.
Thanks for all the heartfelt encouragement we have received, both recently and in the past. I know you just think it is a simple text/email/card or whatnot, but I honestly go back and read them when I'm feeling blue. And it makes my day each time. I know I sound like a broken record sometimes, but holy bananas I am a lucky gal.
Speaking of bananas, it is a crazy small world - a coworker told me one of her FB friends posted something about doctor's visits and infertility. My coworker was nice and messaged the friend to get some more details on my behalf...after showing the messages to me, we figure out her friend is one of my neighbors. So we can meet up at neighborhood street parties and discuss construction noise, who doesn't mow their yard enough, and embryo transfers. Go figure. It does show that you never know what is going on behind closed doors. They weren't necessarily secret about their struggles (similar to T and me), but obviously not something you talk about when you're just waving hello in the morning.
I've been asked by some well-meaning folks (who don't know our issues) when T and I are planning to have kids, now that we've been married over a year and are in our 30s. "Planning". Such an odd word to us now. I'm totally stealing this response from a blog I read: "They're on backorder. I totally ordered them, like, forever ago. I think they keep losing our order." The nice thing is...things on backorder normally arrive eventually... :)
No comments:
Post a Comment