I've got nothing interesting to say. I am in serious need of some inspiration, or something. Bah. Work is work, Same shit different day for the most part. Home life is good. Nothing really interesting to share though.
We planted our gardens, blah, blah, blah. See? Even I don't want to hear the mundane details. Why burden you with my "dear diary" bullshit?
I can say, I am itching to get back on the TTC bandwagon. Don't get me wrong, we've been trying. Just not with medical assistance. I've still got $1,500.00 worth of fertility medications sitting in my fridge, which thankfully don't expire until 2/2010.
I'm really hesitant about making an appointment with the new doc. I'm seriously NOT looking forward to a whole new team of people staring up my vagina. Fo reals. I mean, obviously I'm going to have to. But I reeeeeeally don't wanna. The new Doc wants to see me for a consultation. And to that I say "pfft!" Seriously? Read my chart. It came from your old partner. Whats to consult? But, I got the whole "every doctor is different" speech. And now I find myself dragging my little feet. Kicking dirt.
I don't wanna.
Its partly because I could happily go the rest of my life without showing my Velvety Love Folds to another group of strangers. And also, because its just such a pain in the ass....uh....yea, that too. I mean, I have to drive a minimum 30 minutes to get to a clinic. Thats an hour of drive time alone. Thats time missed from work. Usually...
However, this summer, I will have time. I'll be home all day with the Monkey during the summer.
But then there is the whole trying to come up with some reason or another as to why mama is at the doctors every other freaking day. He'll have to come with me, obviously and he doesn't know about us trying to have baby. Not that I am worried about him knowing about infertility, its not that at all. I'll gladly explain it to him. After we have a real live baby. Until then, I refuse to get his hopes up. I'll do whatever I can to spare him the feelings I go through each time I don't get pregnant. So there is that.
Also...and you can go right ahead and shake your heads at me, I don't like going by myself. I like someone to go with me. Last time, K was able to go. This summer he wouldn't be able to. He wont be able to take time from work. Bah.
Aaaand thats about it.