WAITING FOR THE POT TO BOIL (PART II)

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Saturday, December 11, 2004

Excuse Me While I Slip Into Something More Comfortable....Like a Paper Towel

No matter how clever and witty this post may be, the original was better. I did the the same thing as yesterday and I accidently deleted the whole thing. It was really funny. Oh well.

So I went to the doctor this morning and I was happy to be his first appointment of the day. And yet, still I waited for 20 minutes. It's a conspiracy. So I walk into the room and I see the paper "blanket". "Oh no," I said to the nurse, "not again, I swear there is nothing new in there!" She smiled politely. "Can't this be a clothed visit? I haven't been in stirrups this much since the summer of '94 when I tried horseback riding. Ha, ha, ha. (Uncomfortable silence.) Ahem, Ok, so I'll be in here if you need me. I'll be the half naked one wearing a cocktail napkin." Sigh. So Doc H comes in and checks out my tonsils through my hoo-ha, (they are still fine, by the way). Says everything looks great. Like normal woman great, not IF great. Our plan of action: December, January and February we'll mate like rabbits, (me and Chris not me and the Doc), then if that doesn't work we start with IUI in March. No clomid. No way. Just rabbit/OPK/Robitussin/white bullets/head stands. Not gonna do the BBT thing because I sleep during the day and am awake and night and I just don't have the patience to figure out when to take my temp. Maybe I'll do that in the Spring some time... You know what is sad? All I want for Christmas is an electronic Ovulation Predictor Kit. Oh goodie!

OK, so I am about to rant about something waaaaay off topic. If you get a chance take a look at the cover of this week's US. It says "Jessica [Simpson] Got Skinny!" Or some B.S. like that. She was already skinny now her ribs are showing! What did they think she was before? Husky? Thick? Gargantuan? And you know the person who wrote that is some slob sitting in their tiny cubicle behind their crappy desk, gorging on McCheeseburgers. You'd think they could have an ounce of consideration their readers and for what a real woman is. But no, they are too busy being bitter about the career path they have chosen to realize that the average female is size 10 not 2. Ignorant! Pisses me off. Whew. I feel better now that I have vented.

Speaking of "fluffy/fat"... And now I will close with yet another dog story. I have this bathrobe I like to wear, (Mom, you know the one) and Riley, the pleasantly plump puppy, always attaches the side of her 65 pound body to my leg when I wear it, where ever I go. Sometimes she actually walks inside the bathrobe if I stand still long enough. Well, this morning I took off the robe and draped it over the edge of the bed to see what would happen. Yup, you got it she stayed with the robe. I came back later and found, she had pulled a tiny corner of it onto the floor and was curled around it snoring like a lumberjack. Mom, rememeber how Hobbes (our cat), used to put a piece of our terry cloth robes (whether we were in them or not), in his mouth and suck on it. Remember, he'd knead it with his front paws and make "gggggg" sounds deep in his throat? I have weird pets. Oh, well, I have to go back to work. Til Later!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Okay, okay I will remove my cloak of anonymity. I feel so naked, so free...... :) Well I hope our girls are not too similar as mine are NUTS! I love my girls, turtle included, and my husband borders on obsessed. We are a happy little inter-species family sans baby.
At my RE's office the paper gowns are so big I could disrobe completely and cover myslef and the entire table. This may be a dumb question but I am sorta new to your blog, why no clomid? Oh and I hate when you say something so obviously funny and no one laughs. I mean really not in stirrups since 94' yeegads that is hysterical!
My shy dog likes to get all of my old stuffed animals and set them on the bed with her as though she were having a tea party. It is too cute. Although when I found my underwear wrapped around her bone I got a little freaked, I felt violated. No really I think they just want to be close to us. It is very flattering. Not quite like a baby needing you but nice nonetheless.

Dani
dani715@gmail.com

Jen P said...

Becky, I just wanted to thank you for your support and your wonderful blog.

When I was stuck in hospital, my husband brought me my laptop (which gets all my blogs sent into my email) and before I'd go to bed at night or when Matt would have to leave, I'd read your entries and laugh and laugh and laugh.

We've never met and yet I feel like I owe you a big, huge box of chocolate for keeping me company in hospital. It was horrid for me this past weekend, but I could read your words and laugh and feel comfort.

So thanks again and best wishes.