Jesus wasn’t the only person who returned this weekend. My crazy aunt finally decided to show up--and on Sunday, just like I asked her to. I did end up testing again on Saturday morning, just to be sure. But I knew Friday’s test was accurate. I managed to hold in the tears (for the most part), and I didn’t scold myself too much for letting my mind get carried away. It is so hard to find that balance between staying positive and becoming too positive. I think that line gets so blurry for all of us. It definitely did for me last week.
So I’m back on the IUI wagon. My CD 3 appointment is tomorrow at 7:30. How ironic that I will start the morning of my 25th birthday with getting wanded by the cooter cam, but it is what it is.
Speaking of birthday, we got the celebration started early this weekend since my big “quarter century” mark falls on a Tuesday. Friday night, Joey and I went out for dinner and drinks. It was a weird night, mostly because I was still in a little bit of a funk from my BFN. I did manage to have enough to drink where I thought, “Hey, now would be a perfect time to go get my last tattoo fixed!” And so that’s what we did. (More on this in a later post.)
By Saturday, I was feeling better. My mom took me shopping in the morning and bought me some cute clothes for my birthday. Then in the afternoon, Joey took me to get a smoothie and a pedicure. But the real fun started with dinner. My husband, the wonderful man that he is, told me to get dressed up and we went to Emeril’s for dinner.
We ate tons of good food and had a couple of drinks. Then, we met up with some of my best friends (like Hayley!) and did nothing but drink fruity drinks and sing along at the piano bar until 1:30. It was such a great time, and my throat still hurts from singing so loud.
And Sunday, the fun ended. I was slightly hung over (what I would do to be pregnant, so I could give up alcohol and feeling like THAT!) and AF announced her arrival in the middle of our trip to Home Depot to buy our flooring and our refrigerator. We managed to get some work done on the house before I just couldn’t take the cramps anymore. The rest of the day was spent doing laundry and napping. My mom made cupcakes, and she and Joey sang me Happy Birthday, since we’ll be at my in-laws tomorrow for the “real thing.”
I didn’t think much about my negative or about infertility this weekend, and that was nice. I’m sure it will be fresh on my mind tomorrow, though, as I get ready to turn the calendar to age 25 and cycle 24. But I’ll save that depressing post for tomorrow morning.