It's day 16, and I have seen no sign of O. This is very odd for me, though I guess I shouldn't surprised that my cycle is off given all the hormones I've been on the last few months. After all the craziness of planning for Switzerland and Utah, nothing. So still waiting...
On the God front, I continue to look for meaning in all of these trials. I'm not a very religious person, though more so than most people who know me probably think I am. I think about everything that we are going through, all the time.
I have to smile when our first post-surgery vacation is in a place where the mascot is the "Ute" (which apparently is a Native American tribe, who knew?).
I got a little upset recently when upon having a new girl cut my hair, we had the following awkward exchange...
Girl: "Do you and your husband have any kids"
Me: "Not yet" (this is my rote response)
Awkward pause, then girl: "So are you just waiting for the right time?" (she must think I'm ancient)
Me: "Actually, we are trying... so, we'll see..."
Slow girl, catches up and realizes that maybe she shouldn't have pushed
To break the awkwardness, me: "How about you?"
Girl: "I have two little ones" (she is maybe 25)
Thanks for making me feel like I can't leave the house w/o being asked about the state of my fertility.
My faith in humanity is restored when last week I go to a new dentist and the absolutely adorable hygienist asks me the same question.
Girl: "Do you have kids"
Me: "Not yet... how about you?"
Girl: "Well, we are trying but it's not quite going as planned"
Me: "We are trying too, it's so hard when it doesn't happen"
Thank God! We go on to have a really nice conversation. We've both made a new friend. She is also very young and it made me glad to have made the connection, but sad that she is going though this.
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