Change of plans

I speak to you now from under a heater at a salon. Gray hair,  people. I have tons.   I like a science experiment, so there will be no pictures.

So remember how I said the final ivf consultation was going to be February 4th? The office called with the news that a spot opened up for January 9th. Tomorrow! Yay? I'm nervous. Nervous that we won't be able to pay for this, nervous that Dr. R won't be able to figure out the measurements,  or that I'll screw something up with the drugs.

I had a great cry yesterday afternoon on my poor husband. He says I'm snowballing the situation and we'll figure it out. He's right (don't tell him).  I just wish that there was some guarantee in all this. Oy. The train sped up, just like I asked. Be careful what you wish for.

I'm off to be washed and waxed. Xoxo