I am very sleepy. It is not even 9am, and I want to go lie on the couch. I know, I know, you're thinking "Ah ha! She's pregnant!",but let's just hold our horses, shall we? Boobs aren't sore, but there are twinges and cramps in the old ute, so maybe that is a good sign. Again, I am so grateful that I'm exhausted, and I can't get up much OCD just yet.
I was finally released from my 6 days of bed arrest yesterday. If you recall, the egg retrieval from hell was last Saturday, and then the hail Mary lap was on Tuesday, and then the pulling-it-out-of-the-crapper embryo transfer was Thursday, so the couch and I became very familiar. oh, and I also discovered Bride.zilla. Yuck, but also yum. I know. I should debase my potential children by exposing them to such drivel, but better than firing up a crack pipe, don't you agree?
Yesterday was my 2nd 20th high school reunion. I switched high schools in junior year, leaving the town I'd been born in, and all of the friends I had, some of them since preschool. My family didn't move, or any of the usual reasons, and it was my choice. At the time, and in retrospect it was the right choice for me, but I do wish I'd taken better care of some of the friendships I left behind. I've reconnected with some of the people I was closest to in elementary and middle school, and my best friend from early high school. She flew in from the east coast and we spent a few hours together in the morning catching up and then reading my old yearbooks so that we could have some sort of credible memory. We really enjoyed the mullets. Wow. The best class of mullet was parted in the middle, but feathered all the way across the hair so that the part formed a really high peak. I was pretty relieved that the picture they chose for me was from the junior yearbook (we must have had pictures taken at the end of the year?) when I had my fierce short hair with lots of gel, big hoop earrings, yellow paisley shirt (why was I allowed to own yellow? I am the sort of blond who looks wrong in yellow. My sophomore picture was in shocking yellow!) and I imagine my long black skirt and asymmetrical belt. Lookin' good.
Anyhow, enough about me and my shallow concerns 23 years in the past. I made a big effort to seek out the people I knew in elementary school, and in two cases (both males) to tell them good memories I had of them giving encouragement during a kickball game (3rd grade) and the 'turkey trot' race (5th grade). These memories stood out because they were just so blatantly positive. Also, one of the organizers had been through IVF, and all of the friends I've reconnected with know what is going on or read the blog (hi!), and everyone was so excited that I'd made it, and determined to make sure I was sitting down. Being very open about the IVF and infertility could have made me feel vulnerable, but what happened instead is that I felt incredibly supported, and got to hear other's stories of IVF, or struggles they'd had. Again, I just feel humbled, and reminded that by this time, everyone has had their share of pain, and in al the cases I ran into, the games are over, and the real people are just there to want good things for you. Maybe they always were? Probably not. My friend who flew out from the east coast and I were remembering some of our snottier moments. Ugh.