Here we are, about 11 months into our infertility journey, and I am just now starting this blog. Actually, I'm starting it without telling anyone (except Bob), not even sure if or when I will send the link out so people know it exists. Writing has always been a way to organize my brain, so I think I finally decided I needed to write about this.
Bob and I had a great weekend. Friday night we had a fun game night with some friends. Saturday, we had a lazy morning then went and ran some Christmas related errands. Saturday night, B and O (our nephews) and M (our niece) spent the night. We had a great time. Sunday morning we took them to a movie before they went home. Then, we spent all afternoon enjoying our Sunday tradition - doing nothing. I browsing different blogs trying to find someone that could put into words how I've been feeling lately when I realized that no one can do that but me. So, I told Bob I was starting a blog, and he gave me his half smile that he does when I come up with a new project and said ok.
A little while later, he asked me if I was going to include the funnystory in the blog. It took me a minute to remember what he was talking about, but when I did, I thought it would be a perfect way to start...with a funny story.
About this time last year, we were in the early stages of figuring out what was going on with our baby making. Bob had to provide a sample for testing. The instructions, as I understood them, were to "make" the sample at home, but keep it at body temperature until getting it to the lab. And, he only had 30 minutes to get it there and it had to be there at the designated appointment time so they could run the tests while the sample was still good. We lived about 10 minutes from the hospital, and he wanted to take a shower before he went. So, basically he had 10 minutes of wiggle room.
He gets to the hospital to drop it off, and there's a huge line at the valet. The instructions specifically said to take the car to valet to get to the office in time. So, he's watching his time widdle down and starts getting nervous. He decided to just leave his car on the curb, and went and told the valet guy he'd be back in 5 minutes and threw him the keys.
He went inside the hospital and felt like everyone knew what he was carrying so all eyes were on him.
He got to the doctor's office and the conversation went like this:
Bob - I have something to drop off
Nurse - Ok - are you Bob Kimball? Is that it in the brown bag?
Bob - Yes
Nurse - Well, I'm guessing it's not my lunch
Bob - (pause)...
Yep, that really happened. So, he finished filling out papers and left. Good news - the car was right where he left it.
