I'm back at home after a busy five days away for the AAMFT conference in Charlotte, NC. My hubby's face waiting for me at the airport was by far the best thing I saw all weekend.
Quick update on happenings since last week: J and I have now completed all of the additional tests that Dr. Braverman ordered when we saw him on the 4th. Lucky for me (not really!), the specific day I had to have my blood drawn ended up falling on Saturday while I was in Charlotte, so my buddy L and I spent an afternoon trying to get that all figured out. With the help of an angel named Penny, we got it done. Now we're just waiting to hear back from Dr. Braverman after he has all of the results in hand, which hopefully will be the first part of this week. I'm feeling a little bit frustrated because my two doctors haven't connected with each other yet, and that needs to happen before we can move forward. With luck, we'll be able to fit all the pieces of the puzzle together this week, start treatments ASAP, and be back in the game this month. More realistically, it probably won't be until next month.
Those of you who know me well know that my brain has a special affinity for dates and numbers. Usually it's a fun party trick, but lately it's more of a torture device -- I can't not be aware of what should be happening on certain dates, especially as I get closer and closer to what would have been Ziggy's due date. Today, if our first pregnancy had continued, I would officially be "full term." It's hard not to think about what life would be like if I could go home and see a baby's room ready for a new arrival, or feel the sweet company of a tiny passenger with me all day long. I'd give anything to be huge and uncomfortable right now if it meant that I'd soon have our baby in my arms. When that first pregnancy ended, part of how I consoled myself was by thinking that by the time October 8th rolled around, I'd be solidly immersed in a healthy pregnancy, and that would make the passing of that date much easier. Obviously at this point that's not going to happen, and it's tougher than I thought it would be to be looking toward October and not any closer to being a mom than I was in March.
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