Too Nervous for Nookie

Last night, Hubby and I went out to a lovely dinner to celebrate our anniversary. Before we left, he surprised me with a beautiful silver necklace. Isn't he sweet? Anyway, dinner was great. It was at a place in Cambridge called Cuchi Cuchi, a really cool place with a vintage theme, complete with costumes waitresses, and small plates that are perfect for sharing. Hubby's brother had given us a gift certificate way too long ago, so it seemed like a good time to use it. It also has the same owner as the restaurant we ate at four years ago this weekend, the night we got engaged. It all came together quite beautifully. We spent the dinner feeling optimistic and brainstorming baby names. It was fun.

Before I get on with the subject of today's post, since I know some of you out there could be considered foodies, and I'm not such a good cook, but I do love to eat, I thought I would share what we chose, since it was all excellent.


Mexican Deep-fried Tomato 
Queso blanco, avocado, tomato & salsa Pico de Gallo


Savory Cornets w/Tuna Tartare & Avocado Mousse 
These things were INSANE. It was like a tuna and avocado ice cream cone, except without the ice cream. Yum! I love avocado.


Cuban Cigar
Beef short ribs wrapped in dough w/black bean salsa


Grilled Eggplant Napoleon
this was layered with goat cheese, which I love as much as avocado


And then we had two desserts!


OK, so, now that I've finished my restaurant review, it's time to get back to the story. Earlier yesterday, hubby was goofing around and tickling me. I was swatting at him, telling him to stop because it was 5dpiui and likely to be implantation day. I didn't want him making me laugh and causing abominable contractions. (yes, I actually said abominable...I fear I am getting old!)


When we were getting ready to leave dinner, it was still quite early, and I asked hubby if he wanted to check out a movie. He said, "nah, let's go home, watch an episode of Burn Notice (we've been burning through - pun intended - and are almost done with season three) and go to bed early..." with a raise of his eye brow.   


As we were walking back to the car, he said, "you know, I was thinking about going to bed early, but then I thought about the timing, and I don't want you having any abdominal contractions and messing up Violleta's implantation" I admitted that I was thinking exactly the same thing! We completely talked ourselves out of getting our nookie on, even though it has been awhile. There never seems to be enough time at the beginning of an iui cycle...between AF lingering and not knowing how quickly things are going to move while wanting to make sure there is a good refreshed supply of the goods before the big day. Since this iui was on a Monday and not the weekend, and Hubby was out on Monday night, we didn't get in the recommended at home sessions after the fact. And, don't even get me started on the lack of libdo that was lingering around with last months cancelled cycle. Um, yeah, so it's been awhile. 


I suggested we still go to bed early and give each other massages instead. Seemed like a fair compromise. The reality—I was passed out cold on the couch by 9:30! 


Better luck next weekend?!?