Well, I’ll take that as a sign
then? (And no, I am not talking about
the git unit, although I am sure I would fit in nicely there as well)
Funnily enough, today was a lot
harder physically than emotionally. Emotionally … well, I really have made peace with what has happened. I
am not sure if the mental and emotional fall out is still coming (I don’t think
so, I really do feel fine), but for now I am just glad that it is over.
Physically however, my god, did
I took two cytotec last night
and this morning I thought I was going to haemorrhage to death. Revolting. I googled cytotec and guess who appears at position number 3 on the
results page? That asshole friend of
mine Julie! You’d think she could have
warned me. Whore.
Anyway, blah blah bleeding to
death etc. Then, to add insult to
injury, they put me in a bed next to a woman who snored louder than my husband
did last night!* How completely
annoying. I went in early to rest and I get
a snorer as my neighbour. Life can be
incredibly unfair sometimes.
The procedure itself went
fine. It isn’t pleasant, but it’s
bearable. Apparently the doctor managed
to get some tissue, hopefully enough to run some tests on. I have been thinking about whether I want to
know what the sex of the embryo was. I
think I want to know. It helps with
So, that was my Thursday. Not a whole lot better than Mon, Tues or
Wed. Let’s hold thumbs Friday makes up
for the rest of the week.
* Marko is SUCH as asshole. I don’t like to wake him up with a fright at
night, so when he snores (which, to be fair, isn’t often), then I will softly
say “snoring!” I usually have to say it a few times for him to register and
then he mostly just grunts and turns over. Which is usually enough to stop the
snoring. So last night, after the third “snoring!”
he wakes with a start and says “what”. I
repeat “snoring” and he replies “who?” Who? Who do you think you idiot,
the guy behind you? The neighbour? YOU, you asshole! YOU are snoring. Now roll over and sleep quietly.
This sharing a bed thing is for
the BIRDS! Hate sharing a bed. Hate it.