Monday, August 24, 2009
Fertility Drugs= Husband of the year
So.... Poor Pave. Thank goodness he has the paitence of Job, because otherwise we would have a very tumultous household at certain parts of the month.
I won't get into to many details, but we found out last Friday that this round of fertility treatments didn't work, so we needed to 'hurry things along'. That means that I go for a ride on the emotional rollarcoster, full speed ahead! At least for the next few weeks. This drug starts my cycle, so that I know when to start taking the 'mirical grow' drug, and those two to three weeks are torture, in more ways then one!
As for how recruiting duty blends with fertility treatments... not so well. At least not for this wife, today. I had a rough day, dealt with teleconfrence calls for a good chunk of the day, had horrible cramps (threw myself a little pity party even), was hungry (for a good reason... post on this tomorrow), and just wanted him home. I called him at 6:10 pm, and told him about my day (literally on the verge of tears). He said that he could come home, he just had to make one phone call to the flight chief, and then he would be on his way. Silly me, I thought that it would be somewhat soon thereafter. Ha! Maybe in another life, but not in this recruiting life we are living. An hour later, I am in tears, trying to make pancakes, and they just aren't 'making'. He walks in at 7:34 pm to a shit storm. I'm crying because the pancakes aren't working (how do you mess it up, I mean really, its Bisquick, eggs and milk!), then I yell because who makes an hour and a half phone call, and then I cry because I have a bad day, and was mad at myself for getting mad at him.
Ya, so that is our life on fertility drugs, and after all of that, he just held me and let me cry. I truly married an amazing man. And we enjoyed our dinner out! :) Long John Silvers for me, Arbys for him, and McDonalds to get a Coke for me (can you believe that neither LJS or Arby's serve Coke!?!).