A la Yaya - fragments:
I appreciated all the responses to my undirected musings about the IF-post-baby blogging phenom. Welcome further wisdom.
My dear, sweet husband took my baby seedlings (the eggplant and the peppers) outside yesterday to be in the sun because it was so warm, when I wasn't home, without being asked. Then, as they started drying, he watered them TWICE. (I water them every other day.) I didn't even know any of this. But he left them out all night, and they lost every drop of water, and 90% of them died. I am heartbroken. I have NO idea why this upsets me so much, other than the possibility that my lovely (potential future) garden will not rebound, and the PMS. If you have so little to pray for that you would pray for my garden, I would be grateful. I have been. (I can't pray for babies...but I have unshakable faith that God will answer prayers for the health of my eggplant! I may need professional help.)
I love lolz, and I love sharing lolz, and though, like most infertiles, I can make ANYTHING about infertility, when I read the lolz, I still look for things that are apt. Today, the heavens smiled upon me.
I find this BEYOND HILARIOUS. The pinata is demonstrating about the attitude I usually have.
And hopefully, that is the verdict I will get when I have my sono-hysterogram. Which I have not scheduled yet - apparently I can't just do it on my next day off (wrong time in the cycle), so I will have to take a few hours of sick leave, so I will have to come up with an alternative to explaining to my boss that someone is going to shoot saline into my womb and take pictures. Also, if my cervix hurts afterward, I'm going to be cranky with my male colleagues. It's just a fact of life.
And, I still haven't worked out the SA thing, but I do have two voicemails to listen to from closer-by clinics calling me back about their hours. So that's progress. Except I loathe voicemail.