Men and Prada

We have a running joke in my family. The men always get stuck with the purses. In dressing rooms, at weddings, and some times if us women have to fix our hair and don't want to put our bag on the floor. So ultimately husbands wind up with their wives' purses. However, I have never seen quite the spectacle as I have at the fertility clinic. The husband/boyfriends walk around he clinic as if the purses were actually theirs!
It makes total sense. Us women are either going under anesthesia, having some "procedure" done, or having bloodwork and a sonogram. We are asked to strip down completely naked or waist down. Who wants to mind their purse too?
And what better way to make your man feel less like a sperm bank and more like he's helping you than to give him your purse to hold?
My husband and I are sitting here waiting, people watching and almost every single man in the waiting room had a gorgeous purse. Coach, Cole Haan, Prada, some of which I was wanting to add to my own collecton. One man actually walked out of the elevator, alone, with a hot purple Prada bag like it was his own. Noone even looked twice scince they also held beautiful bags. I recognized this guy because he was dropping off a "specimin", forgot his identification form to sign the it was his sperm. And was so nervous I thought he would collapse in front of me. Awkward. Poor guys. And we think we have it bad.
So ladies...we should like everything else in a relationship, do our purse shopping with our husbands. Because ultimately whats worse than having to hold a bag that you hate?

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Wishin' and Hopin' an Waitin'

This has been the longest week of my life...and it's only Wednesday. Waiting for IVF is very different than my experiences the last few months. Honestly, the docs keep asking me if I'm excited. The answer is NO. I'm not sure why. I'm trying very hard to be honest with myself about my feelings, the people in my life and the amount of support I have. I guess I'm scared...in general. To get pregnant, to not get pregnant, to have anesthesia, to stay home on bed rest for a few days, to carry a baby, to have a family...many thoughts are going through my head and the week keeps dragging. And I think that going throguh this month after month has made me kinda numb.

I'm sure I'll feel differently once the procedure is over. I usually do. The egg retrieval; as they call it is Friday morning. They suck like 10-15 ripe eggs right out of my ovaries. Then they fertilize them right then and there, wait 3-5 days and implant them back in which is similar to IUI.

This HAS to work!

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