(trying to ignore feelings of extreme terror)
Some pictures for your viewing pleasure.
(might be a little messy but dont have time to line all the pics up properly, must go lie down
The size of my pussy:
My pussy is enormous ;). I have the cat on Iams Light, he never gets scraps etc but he stays huge. And he is always hungry. Marko found him as an abandoned kitten in an industrial warehouse about six years ago and brought him home. He was completely wild, a real terror, but over the years he has mellowed a lot. Ok, having his balls cut off might have also calmed him down a bit. He still thinks he is a dog and will sometimes bite your leg as he walks past, or follow you around the garden. He also comes when you call him. A sweet cat actually, even though he and I fight all the time (he thinks it is HIS house while it is definitely MY house, so we argue). We do love each other though and he likes to be in the same room as me, so he lies on the floor while I am at my desk. His name is Tequila.
But then I thought there is nothing to compare his size to, so needed something to put next to him as a reference. Not sure if I mentioned this but I am eventually sorting out my study, filing all my papers, doing all my expenses etc. So close by (in the ‘pg/baby stuff to be sorted’ pile) I had one of those hospital bands they put on your wrist for operations. I think it was from retrieval #745. Except that Tequila decided that it needed closer investigation, it couldn’t just lie next to him, it could, after all, be PREY. Notice how small the band is in comparison, and still intact which means it was big enough to slip over my (large) hand when I got home
That is one big fat pussy.
The pregnant infertile’s ruler:
Part of Operation Organize is to do spreadsheets of all my expense etc for my tax return (4 months outstanding). One of the delightful tasks is to calculate all my medical expenses. I had a long (4 pages) print out from my clinic and needed to enter the dates and amounts etc, but I had no ruler (you do call it a ruler there? Long plastic thing that you use in school?). Searched around on desk for something to line up the numbers, and found the perfect thing lying in the top drawer among the pencils and pens.
If you look carefully you will be able to read the details on the sad list of expenses.
The ‘ruler’ is from this last IVF. Pathetically done the day after a positive beta. For this last cycle I was so convinced that I wasn’t pg that I refused to waste 20 bucks on a HPT. I went for the beta even though I ‘knew’ it was negative. I was sitting in a restaurant drinking and smoking when the call came through to tell me it was positive. In all previous cycles I had phoned the lab every hour from about 12pm pretending to be the nurse to get the results. This time I didn’t even bother phoning the Dr never mind pretending to be the nurse.
I was so pissed that I never saw the two lines on the hpt that I did one the next day any way. Even though I knew the beta was positive. Ok, and because I had this little niggling fear that maybe the lab made a mistake. It’s called HPT’ing after the fact. (and of course you can’t throw these things away can you!)
I am an asshole, yes I am.
My niece Rebeka is so cute, a real girl, she loves dressing up. She also LOVES her Mimi (my mom) and spends quite a lot of time sleeping over. My mom is a divine grandmother and allows the children to dress up and just be children and have fun.
Here she is in either her ‘fairy dress’ or her ‘happy birthday dress’, I am not sure which one is which, but it is one of her favorites. When she is with my mom she can wear whatever she wants wherever she wants.
And lastly from the back, how cute is the outfit. You will also notice fat cat Tequila in the pic, and a pic of my dad sorting out my garden. Our garden was a gift from my dad, what a divine gift!
The Scene of the Crime
This is where I spend most of my time, when I am not peeing. Just imagine me lying there with v unattractive old T shirt on, plus comfy granny pants. Like a good girl, lying on my left side (Kate hates this position because it restricts her space, responds with a few well aimed kicks at my v full, v sore bladder,) laptop propped up by pillows, at an angle so can read while lying down, home phone and cell phone next to me and the tiresome bottle of water with me at all times. (bedroom still v bare, next on decorating list).
The Wedding Day
And lastly, a pic of the Sergeant Major, I mean Marko and I on our wedding day. Notice how happy we look. It was obviously BI (Before Infertility). Hence the lack of wrinkles and gray hair, and that naively optimistic look.
Aren’t we a handsome couple! (I do look a little porky in my dress, so please use soft lighting when you look at the pic).
Wait, one last one: