Get it?!? Hunting for EGGS?! har har har
Yes, we spent the better part of Easter Sunday sitting in the car, waiting for my Dr. to arrive and unlock the office so that I could get my next ultrasound. By the time he answered his page, it was too late to meet my family for brunch. So, we were on our own for the day, which turned out to be really depressing.
We went by a local hotel to see if they had room, and while they checked for a table we waited at the bar. The BAR, on Easter! I should be out frolicking on a luscious green lawn, I kept thinking, basking in the glory of an Easter egg hunt with the marbled-dyed eggs I made like I saw on Martha or an impressive brunch of egg strata or some other creative thing that I’m sure I’ll be able to pull off with grace one day…because having kids magically turns you into the perfect hostess, chef and craft-maker, right?!?
Anyway, sitting at the bar was depressing enough, but to make matters even worse they were showing basketball and a Three Stooges movie on the TV (hate and hate more). Next to us was a couple in their mid-40s, and the man had that well-worn, former rock star look going: very long, shaggy hair, wearing sunglasses inside, loose blazer over a t-shirt.
Of course since I was already bummed out, sitting next to them just made me feel worse. They were like US in the future, my nightmare come true! If we don’t have kids soon I might as well buy BeBop a deconstructed linen blazer and call it a day.
I was so depressed that yet another holiday came and went and we STILL don’t have a baby. It’s just so not the life I planned. Last year I’m sure I thought, "by next Easter we’ll for sure have a baby." I am so looking forward to celebrating holidays and starting our own family traditions, it’s just taking for-EVER.
And on that note, I’m off soon for the super fun trigger shot and then, hopefully, tomorrow will be the IUI. Let’s hope the egg hunt today goes better than yesterday!
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