Apparently I have to wait two weeks from my IUI to take a pregnancy test. This wasn't unexpected and I knew it in my head, but my heart was hoping I'd be able to tell something right away. No such luck. When my husband and I were trying for a baby the first time, I became addicted to pregnancy tests and ovulation predictors.. If we collected all those tests I took, I swear we could wallpaper each bathroom. Pathetic? Maybe. As you can probably tell, patience is not my virtue, I want results NOW! Alas, for the next week and a half I will try to occupy myself with work and friends, and do my best to ignore the package of pregnancy tests that calls my name every morning.
My husband and I went to a wedding this weekend, his cousin got married to her long time fiance. It was beautiful and such a wonderful celebration of love. Weddings always make me realize how my husband really is the perfect man for me. He loves me for who I am, doesn't try to change me, he holds me up when I'm feeling so low. When I'm feeling really down, really tortured by the universe, I will go to him. He knows exactly what to say to wake me up, make me realize that this is not my fault. I didn't wake up one day and decide to be infertile. I often feel guilty about being depressed over this infertility issue...I mean, my life with my husband is REALLY good and I'm so happy with him, so why should I be so sad? Am I asking the happiness fairies for too much? I hope not.
So I am in a waiting period until November 1st. Can someone speed up the clock?
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