Mar 16, 2006 09:44
Ugh! It's almost Friday, but not yet...unfortunately. This week has been a real challenge to get through so far. We're coming up to the hard part of the in-vitro process and I'm feeling miserable. I have an ultrasound and blood test tomorrow morning and that should determine when the first procedure should be. The doctor is thinking probably sometime Tuesday or Wednesday. Which, unfortunately, means that I will be miserable and uncomfortable until then. I'm still working, which is helping I think. At the very least, it's giving me an excuse to not obsess over every little thing. Plus, because it's a bit of a hike from the train station to my building, I'm keeping more active. Last time we did this, I worked from home and I literally sat around all day and all night. I can't say that the walking is making me feeling better per se, but it can't be a bad thing. Physically, I'm a mess. But, I do have to say that mentally, I'm handling things much better than last time. Again, not a bad thing.
I wish I could say that I was going to have a quiet weekend, but it's not shaping up to look that way. My little sister is coming home for the first time in months from school and we're having a family get together. I want to go, I haven't seen my sister in a while and my brother and my nephews will be there...but, feeling so icky, I'd like to stay home in my pajama's. That's Saturday. Then Sunday, we are having brunch with my in-laws. I don't know why this has to be this weekend, but my mother-in-law is crazy and doesn't get it that I feel basically like crap. My sister coming home is one thing. She hasn't been home and after this weekend, she probably won't be coming back until her semester is over...in May. I'll suck it up for her. Sunday brunch on the other hand can be done another Sunday. It doesn't need to be this week. But, when I spoke with my mother-in-law last night and explained that, her response was...don't worry, we'll bring brunch to you and cook everything at your house. AHHH!!! That means I have a lot of cleaning to do (my father-in-law is allergic to our cats and I have to do a really deep cleaning before he comes. I also have a little issue with other people cooking in my kitchen. Call me a stubborn Italian, but that's just the way it is. According to my grandmother, that is an in-born trait and all Italian women have it. She won't take no for an answer, so I guess I'm just going to have to suck that one up too.