I'm finally calling it

It's a shitstorm. My life, that is. So after the last week or so we've had, to recall... The realization that our last seven months plus of TTC has been completely wasted. Surgery, post-op procedures, and cycling, all for naught. Now we are gearing up to do it all.over.again. I should be celebrating having a one year old this week, but no I'm nearly 34 and still stuck in infertility hell.

Our basement was/is filled with water and radon. After we got all the standing water pumped out, I managed to get the water heater pilot lit, but we still have no a/c yet (it's in the 90's here) since the furnace blower motor was also submerged. Hopefully tomorrow this will be fixed, but thank God we have another master on the ground level (and power to run fans). In the clean-up, my fingernail came off (long story)... And don't even ask about work.

And now my g-ma K is in the hospital (as of last night) with pneumonia and they are still running tests. She is 93 and is still rehabbing from her latest knee surgery and just moved to WI to live with my mom (she thinks temporarily).

So it's now unlikely my mom is coming down for my surgery. We will just have to make due on our own. Which means S will be dropping me off in Lake Forest (in the far northern burbs) on Wed. morning and driving to the southern suburbs for his meeting he can't miss and returning in the late afternoon to pick me up. So for the first time of all my surgeries so far, I will be completely alone. Here's to not coding in the OR. :|