Tomorrow is the big day, although the luster and excitement has worn off a bit by now on this third go around. I am feeling tender and bloated and I know this is only the beginning of a very long, bloated two week wait. Bring it on IUI #3!
Tomorrow is going to be a stressful day. The IUI is first thing in the morning, and then I have to head straight to an all-day meeting. And to add stress to the situation, I have to join my meeting mates for drinks and dinner. This means I have to be with these people for 10 straight hours! In close quarters! And I have to be “on” the entire time, including through dinner. I love my job and I love what I do, but tomorrow I was hoping I could “call in sick” and relax at home with my hubby. Oh well, it will keep my mind off of things I suppose.
I’ve been doing a great job of avoiding my coworkers and their invitations for drinks in previous two week waits* but tomorrow is going to be difficult. They all know I enjoy the heck outta some wine or champagne so it’s going to be tough to explain why I’m not indulging. Any suggestions ICLWers? I’m contemplating just saying I’m on a diet and I’m watching my calorie intake. Hmm. A little white lie never hurt anyone, right?
If you were going to wish me luck, please put all the luck giving toward my IUI. I need all I can get. I can handle the coworkers!
*Yes, I have a glass of wine here and there up to ovulation but then I stop. I tried cutting out caffeine and alcohol and eating healthy and all that jazz for the first 12 months of TTC. It didn’t get me anywhere so I say, screw it! I do what makes me happy. A happy me makes for a comfy-er womb, right? Besides, Betty Draper drinks and smokes and she’s pregnant and she had a healthy baby! (Just getting caught up on Mad Men!)