Sheesh, I hope so.
I just scheduled our next (and third, and hopefully, last) IUI for this Saturday. While they were at it, they also had me schedule my pregnancy test for a few weeks later.
The first test after our first IUI was on my birthday. (I took a pregnancy test on my birthday, and all I got was a lousy year older, womp womp.)
The second was on Valentine’s Day. (Insert VD joke here.)
The third will be on my BFF/Man of Honor’s 30th birthday.
I hope his birthday is luckier than mine was.
And if it’s not, well, then — lemon-sized ovaries, here we come.
In other news, I spent a little over an hour today with my nemesis — the xacto knife. I’m happy to report all my fingers are still intact, and I didn’t require any stitches (like I did that time I made our wedding invitations.)
What was I doing, you ask? Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it — just a little something for my cousin’s baby shower this weekend (which I’d be happy to share once she’s seen it, so keep your pants on.)
I also stumbled across these two little gems while running other baby shower-related errands this morning:
1) The Harry Potter-shaped hole in my heart desperately wanted these, but the directions were a little intimidating, and so I left them in the International Foods aisle where I found them.
2) I don’t care how old you are, Spotted Dick sounds hilarious.