In less than an hour, Joey will be going in for his third (and hopefully final) SA. I'm trying to stay positive and think that, this time, the numbers will be better. My hope is that they will have the results for me on Monday at my post-op appointment, but we'll see. At this point, I've accepted the fact that things usually don't go easily for us or happen how we plan them.
Evidence of this: home buying. Our realtor and loan officer are practically pulling teeth trying to get the bank to give them the closing day. They had planned on March 19, since that's the last possible day the contract will allow, but that is the day that my lumpectomy is now scheduled for. So we've thrown them for a loop and apparently closing one day earlier than that is a huge inconvenience or something.
(You can't see me, but I'm rolling my eyes.)
Generally, I am feeling better. My "issues" from my last post are still not 100% resolved. I'm hoping it works itself out so I don't need to take another one of those pills. Or drink more prune juice. NASTY. I'm sorer than usual today. Not sure if that's from almost a week of wearing dress pants, riding in the car, or something else. But the bleeding has calmed down, which is great considering I thought I was going to have to start wearing Depends in about a week.
I'm emotional. I'm tired. My body aches. And I just wish today was Friday.