Crap

I was cleaning out an old purse last week and stumbled upon a stack of these:

What are those, you might ask?

Let me tell you!

After each appointment with my RE I got one of these fancy blue pieces of paper full of instructions for lab work, nurse visits, sonograms, and appointment requests. Each paper served as a reminder that HEY, YOU'RE NOT PREGNANT. After ovary monitoring sonograms during the 2ww, I'd get an extra note on the back that said something like "If HPT - call for CD3 BW/APPT if HPT + call ASAP for BW". This note reference clomid (cd5-9) so it came toward the beginning of my relationship with my RE. I was probably all optimistic, checking out nursery websites and making a list of potential names for my clomid baby (or babies! Maybe I'll have twins!).

Ha!

Anyway. I tossed out the papers and started to cry. Then went upstairs and GOT MY SLEEPING BABY OUT OF HER CRIB so I could hold and rock her. Luckily she slept through the whole thing because I would have beaten myself if she woke up. Thankfully she won't know her mother is a loon.

Well, she'll probably find out eventually but hopefully it'll be because I'm dropping her off at school in my PJs or something equally as benign/embarassing to her.