It’s 2am and I can’t sleep. I’m nervous and anxious and I’m experiencing a bad case of the “midnight mind” (translation: it’s what occurs in the wee hours of the morning when your body is tired, but your brain is wired – uugghh!). Too many thoughts, too little time, I guess.
My hubby, Chris, and I drove to Abilene (our hometown) last night for a weekend visit … well, with a twist. We’ve been on a self-induced “baby break” (meaning no charting ovulation, timing intercourse, yadda, yadda) since April and in just a few hours we’re going to the first “infertilty” doctor’s appointment we’ve had in months.
So what’s on the agenda? A big ol’ sash that says “Clomid Queen.” Lol! I’ve had surgery to “tweak a few things,” I’ve lost 35 pounds (and counting) and now it’s time to take the next step — amping up my ovulation. Our fingers are crossed (as are our toes, and any other body parts we can concievably cross without doing serious damage) that we’ll get a prescription to start the meds next month and that this will be the last “little nudge” we need.
On my way out of the office yesterday, Shelley (head-chick-in-charge) said she’d be sending baby thoughts our way and suggested that I ditch my plans to wear my “infertile myrtle” tee to the doc’s office — guess the “Barren” tee would be better? Lol!
Here’s hoping that the next “fertility” fashion statement I make includes a crown.
Happy Friday!
much love~
tessa
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