I got up nice and early this morning so I'd be ready to head out as soon as the contractor came so I could go to the clinic to get that blood test and prescription and still make it to work on time. I couldn't be late today. Of course he was 45 minutes late getting to the house. All dressed up and nowhere to go.
So I rescheduled for tomorrow and it's Mr H's morning to wait for the contractor. At this point I know one more day doesn't matter, I was just excited to finally be moving forward. I know I am still moving in the right direction, I'm just taking smaller steps than I would have liked. I'm a fast walker with long legs...I'm used to leaps and bounds and people not being able to keep up with me. These slow baby steps take some getting used to.
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wishing for things work out better for you tomorrow!
Everything related to fertility Rx is slow slow sloooooooooow.
Good luck tomorrow,
J
Glad you are able to reschedule. I still have remodel envy :)
Dude! The contractor is always late. Why? Why?!! Are they all hungover? Did it take a really long time for them to coordinate the t-shirt and the flannel and the toolbelt? (Can you tell that when my parents did their remodel, I would have to arrive and let the guy in, and he was always at least an hour behind schedule?)
It's like they all have to drive through a rift in the space-time matrix to get to your house. I have never understood it.
Happy testing!
I hope things go better tomorrow (technically today) I'm sorry things have been so frustrating for you recently - hopefully that will change.
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