Good News: I am triggered!
But first, a Memorial Day tale of woe, since I am behind on my updating. Damn Conceive magazine, getting me all off track and whatnot...
Anyway, our city has the teeny-ist, most sad little Memorial Day parade. The parade goes right by our house since we live on one of the main roads. Every year we sit on the porch and watch, and every year we shake our heads and say, "We'll never get those 15 minutes back, will we?"
Maybe you've been reading long enough to remember the nosy neighbor situation? (If not, click here) Well, we have another set of neighbors with kids, and I haven't yet had the pleasure of laying down the proverbial INFERTILITY SMACKDOWN on this neighbor. I came close once when he made a point of calling us Dinks*, and then winking and saying, "but not for long, right?"
Dink guy told me last year that they were going to try to get pregnant in the spring, and they must have been successful because they had a baby in February. We hadn't yet met the new baby. Until Memorial Day.
We're sitting outside waiting for the parade, and our neighbors with kids are all sitting together at the end of the driveway next door. Dink guy comes out with the new baby in a stroller.
He looks over at us.
He starts to walk over.
I tried to scare him away with a sheer look of HORROR. NO! Don't make me look at your baby! Just don't.
But he does, and it goes a little something like this:
Dink Guy: Well, I thought you'd like to meet our newest addition.
Jen: Oh, yes, I'd love to meet your new addition.
DG: Well, here she is!
Jen: Yes, I see…and what is her name?
Jen: She's adorable. Thanks for bringing her over.
DG: Yeah, she's a real porker! Look at these thighs! (uncovers the most delicious chubby baby thighs)
Jen: Oh, very cute. (And I hate you, go away)
DG: Yeah, she's a handful. I've got two kids and I need a nap! hahaha!
Jen: Yes, you should go take a nap.
DG: Yeah, we're done. Two kids is enough. I'm done.
Jen: Yes, well, congratulations. On being done. Good luck with that.
DG: Yeah, you know, we never get to sleep.
Jen: Well, that's unfortunate.
Mark: (completely silent, probably hoping I don't kill him)
DG: Well now you guys just need to have some!
Jen: Yeahhh….(avoids eye contact so that DG can't see red devil eyes)
DG: You have the puppies, now you just need some babies!
DG: Yeah, when are you going to have some?
Jen: Never, probably.
DG: haha! Yeah, well, I was 31 when I had my first, so you have some time…
Jen: Yep, we have lots of time. (and if you say "yeah" one more time, I might kick you in the weiner.)
DG: Yeah, well, I better get over there for the parade.
Jen: Thank you, Jesus!
Good times. To make matters worse, the neighbor kids were so cute during the entire parade – yelling and cheering at every display that went by. I kept welling up and choking back tears the entire time, and for once? Was glad to be in a small town where the parade only lasts 15 minutes.
But hey? What's a holiday without a good cry, right?
Back to business: I triggered last night, and my retrieval is tomorrow (Thursday). I am ready. I'm uncomfortable and am experiencing all sorts of weird side effects (click here to read about that weirdness). Looks like I had about 12 mature follicles, and countless smaller follies that may or may not catch up. I'll post an update as soon as I'm up and around!
*DINK = Dual Income, No Kids. I hate this label. Mostly because I deign to be a Dink, but also because I called penises dinkies when I was little. So when someone calls me a dink, it feels like they are calling me a dick while simultaneously pointing out the fact that we have all kinds of money and no kids.