More phone calls to doctor's offices today. Arranged to pick up an order for an SA for my husband, M. He is not thrilled about this, but has resigned himself to his fate. I reminded him that it could be worse - he could be penetrated by a machine. Thanks to trans-vaginal ultrasounds I can now claim I have had sex with a machine. For the love of God, they even put a condom on it. He can spooge in a cup.
I'm excited to be seeing Dr. B in two weeks. I know I'm ready for a break from all this, but it will make me much calmer to have a plan in place and things to accomplish during that break. I'm trying not to think about the fact that I will almost certainly not be pregnant before the summer. I had hoped to be hugely pregnant in time for my 10 year high school reunion... If I don't remember such innocent, ignorant dreams, I can actually relax a little.