After (and Before)
The kitchen is finally finished and it looks fabulous. The rest of the house, however....
Thankfully, I am finally finished with my INSANE summer classes and can return to the land of the slightly more useful people and help with the house recovery. And maybe get some paint on those kitchen walls. The countertop is making everything look shabby. Shabby enough that Jen is considering buying a $60 dish drainer. And we all know how cheap Jen is.
Jen is trying to refrain from writing a whiny post about how everybody is getting pregnant and we're not. I've been in such a homework induced fog that I was startled to realize that we're 10 DPO. I'm such a lovely helpful partner these days. Part of me is convinced that we will be. After all it was this cycle a year ago to the day that worked. The other part of me is sure that just because of that, we won't be. And we'll be crushed. Not that we want that outcome again, but it would be nice to have that brief moment of hope (and excitement) before the terror sets in. Then there's a little part of my brain that is convinced that it will never happen. Not the getting pregnant, but the successful pregnancy part. Hearing the heartbeat, seeing the kid move on the ultrasound, watching that belly grow, feeling kicks, having a baby...those are just things that happen to other people. Jen's boobs are sore, which is good, but we're having trouble trusting any sign these days.
And so begins the madness and peeing of the last few days of the wait.