mrohkay announced this morning that he was growing a baby beard. (I didn't understand it either. He likes to tell inside jokes to himself.) Apparently it's like a playoff beard so he's not allowed to shave it until we get a baby. At this rate, he'll be Zach Galifianakis before we're through. Or Abraham from the Old Testament. Not that I know what Abraham looked like, but I'm picturing a pretty awesome beard by age 175.
So the due date of my first baby is coming up this week. It's hard to imagine that I could have a baby already, but it also feels like a lifetime since I was so excited that I ran to the bedroom and woke up mrohkay with something incomprehensible like, "the thing! it said it! I peed yes!" I'm an entirely different person now - in ways that are good and ways that are bad. I appreciate things more (particularly babies, wine, and cheese... in that order), and I'm more sympathetic. But I also roll my eyes at pregnant ladies, which is a trait I could have lived without.
Thanks to everyone for the supportive comments last week. My "confession" resulted from feeling a little guilty for being sad about my situation when all we had to do to get pregnant was try for awhile - no giving myself shots, no monitoring at the RE, no spanking it in a Starbucks bathroom, no menstruating away our life savings. But your support despite my quasi-fertility means so much to me! I even tried to pay it forward by emailing a girl to tell her that she can find people who understand her situation on Twitter after she posted a note on Facebook about her endo surgery and her husband's sperm issues. She didn't respond. Maybe that was weird - I've admittedly lost perspective... but I haven't lost my sense of humor.
