It’s Almost Here….

 Posted by on May 14, 2009  Add comments  Tagged with: ,
May 142009
 

Tomorrow is FET day! I’m so, so glad. We’ve been waiting for this day for so long.

Today I’m going to tie up some loose ends – pay a few bills, catch up on laundry, tidy up the house (I hate coming home to a messy house!) I have a pot roast bubbling away in the slow cooker for dinner, which I’m planning to serve with candied carrots and company rice. I love using the slow cooker on busy days because there’s very little after-supper clean-up, and by that time I’m usually so exhausted that I just want to crash.

Yesterday I took Cakes to see Sesame Street Live. My stepmom, Karen, got two free ticket vouchers through her job, which she generously gave to us. Cakes insisted on wearing her Elmo dress, even though I thought it was too cold. I gave in because she looked so darn cute in it!

I was mildy concerned about how she would behave during the 90-minute show, but she was a very good girl. We had great seats – the first row of the first balcony – so she was able to see really well. She was very excited when Cookie Monster (one of her very favorites) came out on stage,

and the show was very upbeat and high-energy, with lots of singing and dancing, so it really held her attention.

At intermission, she asked if she could have popcorn, which I thought was a good idea because I could tell that she was starting to get restless. She sat quietly and munched her popcorn, while watching the second half of the show.

I was so proud of her! I wish that the row of preschoolers sitting behind us, wearing matching “I’m on a field trip!” t-shirts, were as well-behaved. One of them kept kicking my seat, and occasionally the back of my head, repeatedly, until I finally turned around and gave him the evil-mom-look. I’m sure he thought I was really mean, but he quit kicking.

After the show we stopped in at Karen’s office, and she bought us a lovely lunch. After that, we stopped by my Dad’s office, so that Cakes could tell him all about the show. She also expressed her concerns about the “big fummerstorms” we’ve been having, and the “scary tormado sirens.”

Before we left the city, I stopped to get some library books, to help keep me entertained during my 24 hours of bedrest. I’m really starting to get excited, and my husband is too. This morning, as I was sitting here typing, he came upstairs to refill his coffee mug, and he told me that he can’t wait! We both agree that we just really need to know if our family is complete, and of course, if we do get pregnant, our lives will change in a very big way! It’s both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Last night, we were laughing about our last FET. After about 8 hours of bedrest at the hotel, I was starting to get frustrated and bored with everything – I lost interest in knitting, didn’t feel like reading, and was very tired of the TV channel selection. I kept flipping idly through the channels, and I kept seeing this one program, which appeared to be nothing more than footage of a cow standing in a pasture, chewing his cud. At one point, I was so bored that I actually watched it for a while, but it was just excruciatingly, mind-numbingly, fist-eatingly dull. Finally, I said to my husband, “This is the most boring program I’ve ever seen. I mean, WHY would anyone want to film this stupid cow? It’s been on for hours!”

My husband started laughing, and said, “Honey, it’s a cattle auction. See the tag on his ear? It hasn’t been the same cow this whole time!” It reminds me of the time when we rented “Chicago,” and about halfway through I said, “You know, I think I would like this movie a whole lot more if they would quit singing all the time.” To which my husband replied, “Sweetheart, it’s a musical. They’re supposed to sing.”

Boy, did I feel stupid.

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