Mom told me yesterday that the first day of spring is March 20, which isn’t too far away now. Another winter in NL under my belt and it was not as good as last winter but not as bad as other ones. I didn’t do much of anything, stayed around home and gamed and felt ‘bleh’. I play far too much World of Warcraft but then so does Xander so at least we’re a good match.
Gail is coming to visit from the 29th – 31st of March as part of her European tour. We’ve been friends for quite a while now and have been there for each other through some crap times so it’ll be nice to finally meet face to face. It also gives me motivation to get off my ass and pick up where I left off with my painting and renovating. God knows we have to get the spare room in some kind of livable state before she gets here which will work for us since we’ll probably be sleeping in there when my parents visit.
Speaking of my parents visiting, they’ll be here from the 4th – 17th of May (or close to those dates). I love that because they’ll be here for my birthday, mother’s day and our wedding anniversary. So many occasions go by where it’s just me and Xander and we can’t really be bothered to do anything special because of money or whatever, this year we’ll be able to celebrate them all with my family. YAY!
We went to our doc appointment on Friday to discuss the results of my HSG test. She said it’s hard to really see what is going on in the films, but that she wants us to continue trying for another few months (oh… shocking, that.. ) She told us some garbage about how people seem to often get pregnant within the first few months after having that test done, that it flushes you out or opens you up or some such nonsense. If we aren’t pregnant in 3 months then I have to have surgery. Like actual cut me open while I’m asleep surgery. It’s called a Laperoscopy, and it’s where they cut your belly and stick a camera inside you to see what is going on. The destination for my laperoscopy would be my fallopian tubes. They’d basically be checking out the damage so they know whether it’s fixable or if we should try insemination or IVF.
LOVELY…
Being a woman sucks. I get poked and prodded, they take my blood, stick things inside me and now they want to cut me open.. and what do men have to do for their fertility tests? MASTURBATE!! Oh gee, how horrible that must be for them.
I’m going to go out and buy some Reese’s Pieces today to bring with me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there are half a dozen different kinds!
Your spare room can’t look any worse than my apartment in Toronto right now…