My body "gave" me the pentultimate birthday presents this year.
Thursday afternoon I got my period-it looked like an episode out of CSI, by the way..............and Sunday I woke up with a cold.
Woot. It wouldn't matter so much if my show didn't open NEXT WEEK. GAH!
So, I'm a bit doped up on the Nyqull, and will probably pass out momentarily. Being sick blows.
I had a nice birthday weekend, nonetheless. Sean, being the coolest guy in the universe that he is, invited four of our friends over and cooked me a birthday dinner on Friday (my actual birthday). From scratch. That didn't involve a telephone, opening a box and/or a microwave. And it was GOOD-Prime rib roast, potatoes, spaghetti squash, green beans, salad. Alas, getting birthday nookie would have been the icing on the cake, but with the my bud Cap'n Bloodsnatch about it was pretty much a no-no. Saturday we went to visit my parents and stayed overnight, which was fun. I got to play with Rocky the ADD dog and Oreo the 22 lb cat, who is not fat, but "big-boned" (Seriously-he's part Maine Coon) and loves to have you carry him around while he purrs loudly in your ear. Of course the risk of hernia is high in my parent's house.
Now, on to the reproductive front. I go to the RE on the 28th (Saturday morning) for a wanding and bloodletting, which should be CD 10. If all goes well, the estimated ET should be the week afterwards. Let's hope that my body cooperates this time-I'm doing my part by trying to stay as stress-free as possible. Then we'll be on to the dreaded 2WW, which is oh so much fun-I'd rather stick a rusty pitchfork in my leg.
So, there you have it-I'm a boring old fart. I do want to wish Cat a happy belated birthday, though (and thanks for the e-card-you rock!) and my sincerest apologies for not blogging you a "shout-out" on Thursday. You can completely webslap my ass-I'll even schlep out to Brooklyn if you want to do it in person....
Time to crash-I can hardly see the screen and can't keep my eyes open. I LOVE the Nyqull. It's the best.