Thursday, September 24, 2009
He's to good to me
I guess my whole 'beating myself up because I can't have a baby' started the day we found out we lost our Sea Monkey (baby #4). We had grown quite attached to him, and were truly over the moon. Our world shattered when the ultra sound tech put her hand on my arm, and said, "I'm sorry honey, this isn't going to be a good visit." She was amazing, and just let us grieve. Granted my grief was "You've got to be F-ing kidding me" and between tears "Four... really, Four?" referencing the four miscarriages I've had.... At one point in there, I told Pave that if I were him I would trade me in for a newer, younger, model... (referencing the fact that he had 7 vehicles his first 6 years in the Air Force). He responded "Lucky for you, I don't think like you!".
This morning he couldn't make the appointment, because he was giving the ASVAB test at one of his high schools.
He left before I woke up, and this is what I woke up to on my Blackberry...
From: Pave (work email)
Subject: i love you
Hi honey, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to this appointment today. But, just know that no matter what, I love you, for you and not for the size of your follicles. Hopefully that made you smile. Text me when the doc tells you what the plan is. And I know I haven't said it in a while, but your BEAUTIFUL!
Well, even though he loves me no matter what my size my follicles are... I had good news to report!!! After 8, (EIGHT!) FSH shots, my ovaries got their act together and produced a beauty. I am happy to report that I have a 22mm follie, and after the blood work comes back, will be triggering sometime today.
You know what that means... 36 hours later (not more then 15 min on either side...) Baby Making Sex!!! Pave's response to that text- "Fun Times" Heck ya- I might even shave my legs for that.... or not