No. 133 - It Was a Good Day

I don't get many "good" days. And I mean "good" in that the day stands out in contrast to my otherwise uneventful days, which may or may not be peppered with moments of shitiness. I was out of the house on time and my two hour drive literally became a blink as I spent an hour and a half of that on the phone speaking with a very lovely friend. We're very different, but have so much in common. You know the kind of friend I'm talking about, right?

I was only a couple minutes late for my acupuncture appt due to my unwillingness to get off the phone and call the clinic to get more specific directions. Thankfully, I only needed to be across the street from the parking lot I was circling. The appt itself was rather uneventful: she (Annod, her "name" for future reference) reviewed the paperwork I had miraculously remembered to bring with me; she asked detailed questions about my upcoming cycle; and then Annod asked me to take off my socks and shoes and get on the table, face up.

I have to admit, I had no idea what to expect. I assumed that I would have to strip down to my skivvies and be scrutinized mercilessly and then get turned into a human pincushion. Thankfully, no. Once on the table, she wanted to me to slip my jeans down past my hips so that there was access to my abdomen and then she cuffed my jeans to access my shins. Then, without any warning, one needle was popped into the area between my eyebrows (I'm hoping that was to prevent future unibrows). One to the very top of my head to which every facial movement was felt through; a needle in each hand, and several in the abdomen and feet. After placing a heat lamp over my stomach, "to help with blood flow" and one over my feet to keep from getting cold, she turned out the lights and said she would be back in about 25 minutes. Within a few minutes I had actually dozed off and woke up about 15 minutes later. A little after that she came back, removed the needles and basically sent me on my way.

Now I don't know what I expected to feel after my appt, but to feel...well...nothing, was not it. I guess since I didn't feel worse that everything was OK. I'll be back next Saturday.

I met up with another friend for lunch...a THREE HOUR lunch! We're both going through our 2nd IVF treatments and at the same clinic. We freely cut the bitchy nurses; rolled our eyes at the sometime conflicting info our REs would give us; and talked about babies' names. Unfortunately, we both had errands/shopping to get done so we went our separate ways.

I hit a couple of my fave shopping areas and I bought 4 pairs of shoes. ...Goodness, I heard your collective gasps from here! Give me some credit. 2 pair were mine, 2 were for X. I'll tell you that there is a huge advantage to having a boy over a girl, and that is the requisite shopping for clothing. In the winter he gets by on a pair of tennies and snow boots; in the summer, a new pair of tennies and sandals. What sucks is that to help balance out his big, honkin' melon head, he acquired very wide and high-arched feet. No PayLess shoes will be in his future, and we finally were able to graduate from Stride Rites to New Balance.

I was in such a good mood that I even screwed up the courage to go visit Mr. DD's niece and their new baby and bring a welcome-baby gift over. I was rather impressed with myself. When I held the baby to introduce myself, I didn't feel at all weepy and melancholy. That's when I realized it was her pregnancy that I was envious of. It's anyone's pregnancy I am envious of and I feel the saddest when I see a woman in an obvious state of being knocked up.

So my day was good. I learned something about myself, and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I got to laugh with some friends. And the snow that they had threatened? It didn't start until early this morning so the drive home was pleasantly uneventful. I'm just a little bummed that I've either gotten shorter or jeans have gotten longer. Damn, I hate trying on clothes.

Personal factoid: I never wear a watch.