Next attempt
We’ve been taking a break from the clinic since our last attempt way back in March for financial reasons mostly. That and I’m still a bit tense about the feeling of the speclum being anywhere within a ten yard radius of my body. Then again I have to remember no pain no gain and all that rubbish my instructor shouts at me when I’m training. Not that it really should apply here. Not sure how I feel about tomorrow. I’ve put in for the day off but seeing as I am fairly limited in days I have left I am going to have to become a bit inventive with some illnesses should we not get successful in the first few months. I am trying to think about it as a drop-in, get insemintated and forgot about it. Of course its not that straight forward. If only human emotions were. We shall see. We picked a good week to do it, after the mad weekend involving the kid’s bday bash and pride we are spending most of this week and next winding down and chilling. So its a perfect environment to conceive in.
Were the ovaries that way inclined. There is the added bonus of attending Miriam O’Callaghan’s show on Saturday night. Imagine if it happened then? What a story that would be for the little un? So its at 2. The plan is to spend most of the morning forcing myself and relax and most of the evening lying back and thinking of rugby players and anything else that might entice ovary to embrace swimmers as they head upstream. Now that I know what’s in store so to speak I’m not as nervous. And perhaps I’ll be less tense. Until the doctor of course has to do the deed. All those breathing techniques go out the window then and its sqeeuze Mammy2’s hand as tight as possible. I’ll keep you posted 
