Normality Returns?

So today started with a bang or perhaps the sound of a kitty "hoiking" up my hair tie at 5:00 am. I have no idea where he keeps finding them! In fact I wish he would share because I am starting to spend as much money on hair ties as pregnancy tests. Like many other good infertiles out there, he is my baby. So after cleaning up kitty puke I was very worried about him. He on the other hand thought "Fun times...LET'S PLAY!" I do not agree that 5:15 am is happy kitty fun time.

So school is back in session today. My student teacher appears to be amazing and the best thing is she is CANADIAN! So not American exactly but we share some common things...like homesickness. Anywho, I am completely panicking at the things that need to be done this week. I had a whole list of things to do tonight and I can't do it. Suddenly my husband appeared in my class after school. Apparently his car wouldn't start this morning and he needed a ride home. In all the excitement, or lack there of, what that will cost I left my work at work. GRRRRR.

Oh and Channel 9 can kiss my ass! They have completely messed with Wednesday nights. They put new episodes of Mike&Molly on Monday nights and there is NO new episode of The Big Bang Theory on tonight. So my husband is the living room watching all things sport. Insert gagging noises and glazed over eyes here. I am in the bedroom attempting to work but not working.

Today my friend/coworker announced that she was pregnant but I already knew. Actually, she told our principal who said at recess someone had an important announcement to make. Oddly, we are all married and only 2 of us are without children. I don't know why but everyone was looking at me. I was looking at them with the "don't look at me. I am just a pudgy infertile" and I looked at my friend. She did announce that she was pregnant and most people congratulated her but I was amazed there wasn't more of fuss made. Well perhaps secretly a little relieved.

I am starting to get nervous about my appointment on Friday. I don't know why. Perhaps my big fear is that the doctor is going to say IVF. The thought of IVF makes me want to curl up in the fetal position and crap my pants. I don't do needles and neither does Simon. I had major issues the little pin pricks for blood typing in biology. I am going to have to have one my nurse parents inject me! And if I am being completely honest with myself IVF=massive failure. I am really hoping we can do another round of Clomid. I guess only time will tell.

I thought today was a fabulous day to kick my Pepsi habit. I did really well until after school. Between the slow developing headache, oncoming panic attack over my list of things to do and the car breaking down...I brought down. On the bright side I made it almost 12 hours. That is a good start right?