I couldn’t have found a more understanding partner if I tried. I am not being sarcastic, he really is understanding and tries to help and do what I need. Today is the perfect example. I sent an SOS email to S this morning when I realized that I could be pregnant in the next few weeks. This is awesome, except I badly need to have my hair dyed since [the illusive] THEY don’t recommend having it done during the first trimester.
I find that idea pretty funny, as if the small amount of ammonia seeps into my brain, leaves no damage, but could hurt my unborn baby. You would think it would be a bigger deal if it was a real problem. But alas, I will follow what THEY say. Which prompted me to email S., who called me laughing.
It went a little something like this.
Me: Hello?
S: I shouldn’t laugh, but I am.
Me: I know, it’s irrational.
S: Make a hair appointment for next week.
Me: It’s really stressful to think of the stuff I have to give up when I am pregnant. Of course, I will do so without complaining, the baby is more important, blah, blah, blah
S: I know, it will be an adjustment for me too. I’ll have to pick up the slack around the house, I am not going to have you …
Me (in my hormonal craziness): Oh really? Call me when you can’t have your daily Diet Cokes.
I am pretty sure there will be a post about what changes come when you are growing a person. Obviously worth it, but you know what I mean right?
PS – Today was, thankfully, my last day of Clomid. Tomorrow I start peeing on a stick! Hooray!
