Only Four Weeks

...and other random thoughts for a cold and sunny Sunday morning.

First, I neglected to thank you all yesterday for your comments on this post. Even though we decided to listen to the nurses (I got a second call on Friday morning...."now make sure you are VERY careful. We don't want a pregnancy with all of those follicles..." OK, maybe YOU don't Nurse Susan...but I'm not so sure about ME, but anyway...) I am glad to know there are rebels out there who wouldn't listen. Because if faced with this situation again, I might not be able to find the patience.

My next IUI should only be about 4 weeks away. It should have been in the last day or so. I can wait for four weeks. In the grand scheme of a child's life, what is four weeks? (I am saying all of this to try to convince myself it's true since I'm obviously having a little trouble with patience right now). I can have a little breather, which is a different kind of breather than an unassisted cycle where we're still trying on our own. I won't have to worry about Hubby and his little blue pill. I won't have to two-week-wait. I just have to wait. And there is a big difference.

Since there won't be progress reports to stew over, I'm going to try to take this opportunity to write some of the posts that have been floating around in my head, to use this blog in a theraputic way, like the chalkboard exercise Bridget mentioned the other day. Write about various stresses and worries (like age) and erase them away.

For all you football fans out there, I hope you enjoy the Super Bowl today. Being from New England, it's quiet. It's like we wrote it on our chalkboard and erased it. No one is talking about it. I think it's sort of funny.