When my husband walked through the door at lunch time today, I felt as giddy as a catholic schoolgirl rounding second base. Often times, it appears that infertility is all sadness and anger. However, there are many times where there is immense humor and precious moments. These small incidents are often overshadowed in the great scheme of things.
Today, I snuggled up against the warm skin of my husband, and after great delight fell asleep. If only every day I could find myself in my comfortable bed under the cool breeze of the ceiling fan tangled in the sheets with my First Mate, I’d be a happy woman. This is what I would call a truly sacred and precious moment. Until I started snoring that is. Justin laughed, and I woke up to him grinning at me.
I got up and showered, so I could head over and spend some time with a girlfriend of mine. We sat on the back porch and caught up on the past few weeks. It was a refreshing afternoon.
Of course, I did manage to do something productive today. I pushed through two miles on the treadmill, which left me sweatier than Michael Jackson at a circus. I was quite proud that I burned off that cheesecake I shamelessly indulged in at lunch.
Tomorrow I’m spending the day with Southern Sister. We’re doing lunch. Ok, that sounds all wrong after a day like today. We’re going to lunch together. Nothing fancy, but certainly fun!
