Holidays
We got back from Holland last night and were tucked into our beds for 12ish. What a fab few days. Not alone was there lots of couple time, lots of rest, lots of reading but lots of family and sister time which was great! And the sis is so fab, she organised the weather to be great too? I mean, how good is that.. I won’t make you jealous with the details but lets just say it was badly needed. Coming up to Friday of last week and I thought I would fall over from the workload. Don’t get me wrong, I love to be busy but it can sometimes can a bit much. So here’s hoping everything calms down from Monday onwards. Over in Holland, there were beers on the terrace, one could actually sit outside without a jumper. I know, people looked at us strangly sitting there in our makem and clancy jumpers complete with the guitar and wondering why we were sweating buckets. We were also the talk of the place, no not because we were laserbeams, although I do have some stories about that. More like because we, as in the irish drink a lot. Tell us something we don’t know?! But apparently, myself and K the sister were out one of the evenings for sister’s night leaving Mammy2 at home to bond with the boyf. Its very difficult alright. They’re both fans of star wars, both had never seen the third one, this means something to Star Wars fans apparently and so they had the big screen down and were ready
for fanboy heaven. So we were having a few beers, 5 to be exact. We were out with all of K’s mates on the final night and the friend of K’s who’s sister works in the previous bar we were in for sister’s night was mentioning how we were mad feckers for putting away 5 beers. I’d hate for her to see what the rest of our lovely population could put away on an average night. I think it was our size that surprised her, I guess she was amazed there wasn’t beer bubbling up out of eyes.
Back to the laserbeam thing, Holland is a very openminded country, in some areas like the cities for example. Where the sister lives is what would be consider a small town and as such small town attitudes. Not that we have ever encountered any problems at all thank god, and all the sister’s mates and the boyfs are so easy going its a non-issue but for some its a tad interesting. The sister’s mate has a gay sister. Her and her gf are coming over next month. So , and only the dutch could get away with this cheek, when the husband is in work, one of his colleagues who he wouldn’t be very friendly with comes over and asks him
“Your sister-in-law is coming home next month, yes? She is a lesbian? Could we call over and see her as we’ve never seen real life lesbian?!” How do you respond to that sort of question. Would they be disappointed her name wasn’t Helga and she wasn’t big bosomed and swedish?! Muppets. Obviosuly some of the above is lost in translation and I suppose I can’t even imagine what the husband’s reaction was. I can’t imagine K taking any of that crap, although then again I did hear the rustle of bushes the odd time we were sitting out in the garden so she could have been selling tickets you never know. Although in fairness we would be the most boring lesbians ever to watch. People would be asking for their money back as all we did was read and talk. No poetry and no green tea but apart from that , very stereotypical. And we didn’t sit waiting for the ‘pumber’ to arrive and service us.
Speaking of ’servicing’ that leads nicely onto our appointment with the counseller which was this morning. Mammy2 had booked it before we left and wasn’t sure of the time. This is where one starts to worry. She double checked it by txting our counseller and yes, we did have an appointment but it was at 10.30 as opposed to the 12.30 we had assumed. As I always like to be early for everything, I set the alarm for 9.30. Thank god. Mammy2 checked her phone, cue a mad rush of showers, clothes being thrown on backwards and legging it to the hospital. This time, R, our counseller was meeting us at the hospital, the HARI section. I’ve never been to this section before. It stands for Human Assisted Reproduction Ireland or something. I didn’t dwell too long on their signs. The walk there was a bit disconcerting. We were passing hetrosexual couples. One of the couples, the woman was really upset. The other couple didn’t look too happy. It dawned on me then that we might as well have been walking in there with a huge label over our head proclaiming ourselves to be lesbians, desparetly seeking sperm. I should have realised that people had slightly more on their mind then the fact that we might want to reproduce as much as the next person. Thankfully though our counseller had thought of this and made sure reception knew we were just here for a chat with her and so no charts, no calling our procedures and no 2 names. It was very nice of her and something I hadn’t even thought of.
The talk went fine and we are onto step 2. Arranging the medical with the clinic. In the meantime I have to do a dummy run with a doctor to famarilise myself with dropping my kecks at any stage and asking people to put whatever implenments they wish into me. Should be a breeze. The stories I will have to tell the teeny one should we be successful. It feels like progress but I guess we won’t feel like we are moving along until there is the first insemination and we can take it from there. What a welcome back from the hols though! As we were up so early we decided to paint. And not in a theraputic lets create way, in a “Would you look at the state of the bedroom ” way. We’ve been putting it off for ages, so we have the few days and so we decided to get it over with. One bedroom down, one to do and then the sitting room. Not bad going. Mammy2 is now off celebrating a great Leinster win with her sister and I am supposed to be working but am still in holiday mode. I spent the last few hours catching up on emails and tidying up some outstanding tasks I had been putting on the long finger. I was working away and got distracted by youtube and Will and Grace bloopers. I got Will and Grace from the sister for my birthday. Season 2! As I work my way up to a collection, well 2 seasons, not too bad! I love Will and Grace, its the ultimate duvet on the couch day series 
