I was supposed to have an IUI yesterday, but we encountered a problem and couldn’t do it. Which left me on the kitchen floor, sobbing, wondering why the universe doesn’t want me to have a baby, while John tried to convince me it will be ok and Seamus anxiously licked my face. I’m very lucky to have them.
My doctor is confident we’ll be fine if we try again on Monday, so that’s the plan. I’m trying very hard to stay hopeful. This cycle has been rough – I’ve had blood drawn every day, and so my arms are covered in needle marks and bruises. It’s a great look. I’ve spent hours sitting in the waiting room at my doctor’s office, fretting about the fact that I should be at work, and even more hours at work, trying to make up some of the time I’ve missed. I’m behind on everything, and even worse, I get home so late that I’m not getting to spend any time just relaxing and enjoying my time with John and Seamus. Oh – with one exception. I did take Tuesday afternoon off to spend with Jules and Malcolm, which was wonderful, if all too brief. But that just put me even farther behind, of course. It was totally worth it though.
I also attended a bridal shower yesterday. A very nice one, and exactly what I needed to cheer up a bit. I knew a couple of the people who would be there, but I wasn’t sure I would fit in – they are all Lilly Pulitzer and David Yurman, and I am…not. Well, if I had more money, I wouldn’t mind having a David Yurman bracelet, but I’ll never be a Lilly Pulitzer kind of girl. Anyway, it turned out that I quite liked all of the people there, and I’m looking forward to seeing them again at the wedding.
However, the shower was 55 miles away from my house. Not too bad a drive on a weekend, mostly highway driving. I would, however, I like to share a few observations from my 110 mile round trip, if I may.
1) Ohio drivers and I have a very different interpretation of how fast you should go in the left lane.
2) If you are driving a ‘70’s-era conversion van with 4 bikes precariously perched on the back and a lopsided turtle carrier on the top, you most definitely do not belong in the left lane.
3) People driving Buicks will invariably go under the speed limit.
4) People driving Lexuses (Lexae?) will invariably cut you off because they are too important to look to see if there is anyone else in the lane. Or because the driver is on a cell phone.
5) The motto of gas stations in Old Town Alexandria seems to be “screw the consumer out of every cent they’ve got.” 7 gallons of gas cost me $20!