My husband isn't perfect, but he's pretty damn awesome. Lately I've been feeling guilty for being such a bad wife. I'm not a bad person, but what with the near-crippling depression and total focus on baby-making (and not, alas, the "old fashioned way"--why no, our sex lives have been dictated to a certain degree by those in white coats for many, many moons now), I haven't been the sort of wife I'd like to be. Of course, I work and go to school, so my fantasies aren't about vacuuming in high heels and all that, but rather about supporting him as he supports me: emotionally, physically, financially, and yes, house-hold-duties-ly. And lately, he's really been getting the short end of the stick there.
Which is why I've got a made-from-scratch (minus the refrigerated pie crusts...shhh!) pot pie in the oven right now. I'm a good cook (if I do say so myself) and I actually enjoy cooking, so why have I been so lax? No use in chastising my past self, but time to get a move on. I even did the dishes!
I mean, he does have to cum in a cup for me in a week or so.
My ovaries are not making their presence known as of yet. My uterus still is, gee thanks. Hopefully that'll end in a day or two, and I can focus on my ovaries, imagining them covered with growing follicles containing healthy, 23-chromosomed eggs, ripe and ready for...the cup's contents.
The anesthesiologist called me. He said, even though I don't "feel" the pain, I experience it, and I will twitch and try to pull away from the needle. He said it matters less when draining a cyst, but that doctors want very still patients when aspirating the precious contents of numerous follicles. Which I can understand. He also promised me lots and lots of anti-nausea medicine. He did say he won't insist on anesthesia, and I can bring it up with the doctors and nurses, but he "knows what they'll say". Well, so do I, but I figure I'll give it one more go on Tuesday. I'm feeling a tad better about it, but I want to hear from Dr. B himself. Because I'm special like that.
5 comments:
I think a chicken pot pie is the perfect metaphor for what's going on inside you! Hopefully you'll have a belly-full of follie, all ripe and juicy!
Good for you for taking care of your man as a way to thank him for all he does for you. A true partnership!
Thank god for the men in our lives who keep us sane!
i have a good feeling about this and im holding hope for you
xoxo
lis
I'm glad you're feeling better about the retrieval. From your post I sense you are feeling a little better. Hope this week is a good one for you.
Pot pie sounds pretty good about now. That's a nice thing to do for your husband. So much chaos hits us that they do sometimes get the short end of the stick.
I will hope for ovaries that are COVERED with perfect eggies. I'm crossing fingers and toes for you.
(Thanks for your comments on my blog...you are now on my blog roll, something I tried to do previously but in which I was thwarted by that pesky "save" button...I'm thinking all good thoughts for you and will be following along).
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