If you are counting, you’ll discover a discrepancy of a day between now and the Day One post. This is because Day One was day one of drugs, not of the cycle itself. As we move into the cycle, it is less confusing if I go by the actual cycle day, thus today is day 9. All clear? Good, let’s move on.
It is almost 4.30 on Wed 7th April and I am waiting for a phone call from the clinic to let me know if I have to go in tomorrow morning for an ultrasound. I called them an hour ago, but they are ‘swamped right now’ and asked to call me back. Fine, I said, but I want to let you know that if I DO have to come in tomorrow, I have to come from the country, with a 3.5 hr drive, and I would like to leave as soon as possible (today), because I am not getting up at 5 am tomorrow to drive in, and nor do I wish to drive in the dark this evening, so I’d like to leave, kind of, NOW. Sure, they said, we’ll pass the message on….
So I am hoping the delay means I get to stay here tonight, but it may just as well mean I get to drive up in the dark.
Easter was fantabulous with our Tribal (family get-together) a huge success. I’m not sure how many people came to my folk’s place for the weekend, but 60 is not an unreasonable guess. It was lovely to catch up with everyone (well, most of them) and I didn’t have a meltdown, although I had a few sad moments watching all the kids at play knowing that my children were not among them. We had bocce, lawn bowls and table tennis tournaments. I got knocked out in the first round of everything, but DH brought home the table tennis trophy. Woot!
We got a tiny bit of rain over the weekend, which was welcome (even the people whose tent got washed out didn’t complain) and FIL came down with a friend, to stay with us from Sunday until this morning. It was really great to have the extra help – I got most of my autumn crop in the ground, and DH got two panels of ceiling up in the guest house plus footings for a retaining wall. However, FIL’s ‘friend’ was a real talker, and I was a bit peopled out already from the Tribal, plus extra hormonal, and when she gave me the “if you’re serious about having children, you really need to relax more” spiel, I had to say “You know what? Don’t even start that with me!” Which promptly shut her up for five seconds. At least she didn’t bring up the topic again, which was something. I got her to cook dinner last night (an awesome beef rendang) and I showed her I knew just how to relax by lounging on the sofa for two hours reading my book!!
I had a lovely reflexology session this morning, and returned home to an empty [and clean] house (FIL’s ‘friend’ had hoovered the ground floor and swept the carport! – she can definitely come again when I am feeling more up to the ‘chatty’ side of things. Can I just say one more thing about her? She comes from a sibling set of fifteen. Yes. 15 children. Her parents must have invested in a crate-load of ‘happy Buddhas’, is all I’ll say…)
So. Anyway. Still waiting. Nearly a quarter to five. Why can’t they call me before they call all those city people, for whom waiting half an hour to get blood results is not as important? I hate waiting around like this, it’s so boring and tedious. I’ve got nothing prepared to dinner, if I do stay. And if I go, I still have to pick a whole heap of produce from the garden to take up. Sigh.
May as well go back to the sofa, and my book. And wait….
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