Planes, Trains and Automobiles. And Very Heavy Luggage That BeBop Carted All Over the Eastern Seaboard.

Well, peeps, I am back. My trip was great, but very exhausting and it seems I need a vacation from my vacation. 

BeBop and I went to New York City, then up to Westchester for a friend’s wedding.  We stayed with my aunt and uncle and not to sound like the worst, most ungrateful guests EVER, but it totally sucked.  Totally.  Sucked.  They live in the ‘homestead,’ the first structure to be built in the little township where they live. This was in 1901. Save for some indoor plumbing and electricity, they haven’t made many improvements since then.  I swear, the two nights we stayed there it was like 1) going back in TIME or 2) being on one of those PBS reality shows where they make you live like old-timers.  GAWD. Old creaky floors, no air conditioning, poor plumbing.  We had to share a bathroom with said aunt and uncle.  (I lived in abject fear of accidentally walking in on my uncle ‘sitting on the can’ as BeBop so eloquently puts it. Thank the sweet Lord that didn’t happen!)  Cold shower until someone flushes the downstairs toilet and then HOLY HANNAH the scalding.  Oh, and the stories just before bed about how the place is haunted.  And you KNOW that crap freaks the hell out of me.  The first night I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, so I made BeBop get up and check the hallway, making sure no ghostly apparitions were out there, just waiting for me and my small bladder. I am SUCH a baby!

Thankfully, after two practically sleepless nights (on two tiny twin beds that I’m sure the first settlers to the region fashioned out of wooden planks and horse hair) we escaped to the city. 

I HEART New York!

We:

• Ate a lot, and drank a fair amount too because since I’m not pregnant why the hell not?!
• Walked all over the city and all through Central Park on a gorgeous, sunny day.
• Saw Avenue Q, which rocked.  (Although, not for the kids!  Don’t let the puppets fool you!  I am still trying to cleanse my brain of the sight of naked puppets, doing it!!  Blech.) But seriously, besides the skin (felt??) it is a great show.
• Saw Sarah Michelle Gellar and Alec Baldwin filming ‘A Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing.’
• Saw someone (probably a stunt double for Scarlett Johansson) filming scenes from ‘The Nanny Diaries.’
• Did I mention the eating??

Then, it was on to PA where we visited with BeBop’s parents, who I really adore.  And the visit with my very pregnant friend that I was sort of dreading (just because of the whole ‘oh you’re pregnant and of course I’m NOT’ part), but I was actually okay with it.  I didn’t dwell on it too much.  Every once in a while I would think, "Hmmm…I am going to see her soon and she will be very pregnant.  I thought for SURE I would be pregnant.  And we’d order our husbands around and make them get stuff for us. Like food. And iced tea.  And presents.  How fun! Oh, wait…"  And then I would snap out of it and be fine, and happy for her.  And then I would have a glass of wine, because I can.

It was an exhausting trip home, and I was out of it most of the day.  But even in my stupor, this thought kept creeping into my mind:  Now that you’re home, you have to decide WHAT TO DO.  What to do about getting pregnant.

Oh yeah, THAT.

When the last IUI failed, I was relieved we had this trip scheduled, knowing that I would take June off from the clomid and another IUI, if in fact we decided to try it again.  But now that the vacation is over, this nagging thought keeps slinking around in the dark recesses of my mind:  Should we actually try a 5th IUI?  Is that just insane?  Should we look into IVF?  Should we give it a month or two and see what happens??  I wish I had a better sense, I wish my intuition was a little more on the ball and could give me some direction.

Right now, my intuition is just too tired from the trip and is no help at all!  Damn her. Maybe I should consult the all-knowing WHIRLEY GIG !!