return

So I’m back from Houston, relatively unscathed. There is something about staying with my parents that is surreal. First, I think they have both completely lost their minds. I will post more about that later. Second, they are still in the house I grew up in, but everything is different. The room that was mine is my sister’s. The room that was my brother’s is a tv room/workout room. It just isn’t the same house, yet it is.

I realized over the weekend that I officially meet the definition of “infertile”. I have since last cycle, really, I just hadn’t applied that label to myself. I don’t really want to. I don’t like that word.

All signs indicate that my period will arrive in a day or two. Two weeks from today I have to be back at work. Two weeks from Wednesday is my follow-up with the RE. Not that I’m counting or anything.

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~ by Larisa on July 25, 2005.

3 Responses to “return”

  1. My brother and sister rent the house we grew up in from my mom. It’s so weird because it’s the same and it’s not. I know exactly what you are talking about.

    Sorry on the new label.

  2. I’ve been thinking of you lately. I knew your follow-up was coming up and I was hoping that you would be able to get in sooner. Waiting, waiting, waiting… seems to be our lives, huh?

    Sorry about the label. Nobody should have to have that label.

  3. Parents houses re always weird as an adult. I hope the appointment gets here soon, I know how awful the waiting is.

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