Well - the second portion of the post was to have been a thoughtful essay on waiting ... and how I am absolutely horrible at it. Worse than you, I promise. It's pathological. But I'll save that for later and just skip to the main point of my unwritten essay to explain that the second reason I am feeling calmer is that O-Day is upon us.
I started my period last Monday and will be ovulating in earnest anywhere between tomorrow and Friday. Jason went on a white-water rafting vacation with his buddy; he's been gone since last Thursday. I instructed him that he needed to blow a wad or two while on vacation so that he's not delivering old sperm tomorrow.
So ... the first waiting is over - to be followed by approximately infinite periods of waiting. Waiting for a pee stick. Waiting for an ultrasound. Waiting to make a phone call with good news/bad news. Waiting for test results. Waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting for life to take a right turn or a left turn.
About Me
- Melanie
- A city in the South
- Damn. I changed my template and lost my info. Now I have to "describe" myself again. This is the worst. Allright ...let's see. I'm a graphic designer. I have a husband I married in April 2010 and 2 dogs - enormous black labs. I live in a rural area and have a 40 minute commute 2x/day. I don't like to cook but I wish I did. I have dual citizenship. I have discovered a love for wine which I can't enjoy now. I have never had my own office. I have a great big sweet tooth. I get anxious before going to my book club and before throwing a party. I like to read. I used to bite my nails, now I grind my teeth (don't worry I have a mouth gaurd). I am a very impatient driver. I have a brother and a sister and my parents are still married. I am 37 years old. Good enough? OOPS - I almost forgot. . . I'm a recurrent spontaneous aborter.
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