little white chapel

 I am eagerly anticipating our consultation next week with the fertility doctor. My boobs have been sore for the past three'ish weeks and finally earlier this week I bought a pregnancy test. Of course I knew it would be negative, but since I had a cycle with no intervention a couple of months ago I was kind of thinking it was irresponsible of me not at least rule it out. After all, I would feel like a real crunch ball if I ended up on the show "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant". And then as luck would have it, three days after a negative pregnancy test and three weeks of sore boobs my body did it again, all by itself. A cycle showed itself. (Dear Body, I am so proud of you.) These somewhat frequent cycles probably have something to do with the fact that I hang around a bunch of chicks all day, can you say estrogen overload? I have a hair show the same day as our consultation. I'm trying to decide when and how to do my make-up for the appointment. In the first scene I'll be playing a school girl with pig tails. For a later scene I'll need a smokey eye. With all the things going on that day, like doing someones hair for the show I'm not sure I'll have time to not get my make-up and curly pig tails done before the appointment. How will I explain to the doctor that I am not a weirdo smokey eye on a Tuesday, pig tail wearing kind of girl on a regular basis and that I'm just a normal person who would make a really great mom? You know what I'm sayin'? Sure, there are much larger problems in the world, MUCH larger, but still I can't help but want to make a good impression.

Ok, changing directions...

I met my friends guy coworker on a trip to the river. Although we made out the same night we met I dismissed him. He was too old and I swore I wouldn't marry a man who had kids. And at this point I was getting ready to settle into a nice relationship that could be forever and stop playing the field. He and I crossed paths a few times at parties and always we were like magnets to each other. We'd always somehow end up having these cute kind of serious conversations and then kissing each others faces off. We went on a couple dates during, between, and around the seeing each other at parties but I really was not interested in a man with kids and an ex-wife, plus he was 14 years older than me not to mention he fell short of my height requirements (if you ever read this, honey, lover, I love you! lol). Finally after months of skirting around each other I finally just went over to his house. We'd sit outside and have these long amazing conversations. Turns out, his kids were conceived artificially because his little swimmers have some issues. He totally understood where I was coming from when I talked about my problem with infertility, he'd lived it. How perfect is that? Someone who understands? I was so concerned when I turned single that I would never find anyone who could understand.

So anyway...to make a long story short (because you know, I'm good at that)........we went to Vegas and got married in a little white chapel and it was fabulous. And then we bought a house, which isn't fabulous but at least we have one and now we are here..............going to the fertility clinic next week....