Sunday, 24 January 2010
Don't worry. Be happy.
This is where I'll be in less than 48 hours. Sipping on an ice cold margarita. Or two. Jamaica man! The first vacation we've been on in over 6 years that didn't include visiting family or having a packed schedule. A vacation just for us. A honeymoon. A five year anniversary (a year later). Diver Dude's fiftieth. My thirty-fifth. Christmas. You name it, we're celebrating. And relaxing. Did I mention the margaritas? With temperatures of 30C/86F even I will swim in the ocean. I've painted my toe nails coral red for the fishies :)
The mind of an IF girl can't help but wander in the direction of miracles. Here's the scenario: I'm ovulating on Diver Dude's 50th birthday. We'll be in Jamaica. We'll make sweet love every morning, noon and night. Relaxed, happy and in love we'll return with a little extra luggage. Two weeks later, instead of preparing for our FET I'll take a HPT and get a surprise miracle BFP. The pregnancy will be text book and I'll be glowing the whole time. Nine months later we'll have a son. We'll name him Bob.
I wake up and admit we don't even have a 1% chance. Azoospermia remember? Oh well, it was a nice thought.
Meanwhile, I'll go back to packing my bags and humming a known Marley tune: "Don't worry about a thing. 'Cause every little thing's gonna be alright..."