Six Good Things from the Morning

1. I got the whole bed to myself last night. One would think most for most people part of a couple this might be an unsettling occurrence, the telegraph sign of a big domestic argument. Perhaps for some, but for me it was only the fault of vicodin. Last cycle, the only pain killer prescribed to dear Partner was nothing. "Take two Tylenol and call me in the morning." This time, perhaps a perk of a new nurse, she was given a healthy dose of vicodin. And indeed the discomfort (if one can call retrieval pain discomfort,because it's certainly discomforting for me to think about) has been worse, and so luck-be-a-lady, it's a good thing we got the heavy hitter drugs. However, taking it at 11:00 pm on the couch means she will not budge, not for the life of her, and it means I got to do my favorite thing: sleep like an X.

2. I got to the post office, bank, and grocery store all before 10:30 am. (Additionally, I had the meat marinating for dinner too!) For some this is a late day and perhaps are agog at my sloth, but considering I rose refreshed from my night of sleeping like an X at 8:45 am, I think this is pretty damn good. (And yes, I took a shower.)

3. While at Trader Joe's, I bought the most delightful new snack: Papadums in a bag, yogurt and dill flavored. Officially, I have a new addiction. I also bought copious amounts of three-buck-Chuck and I plan on drinking a lot of it before Sunday. Because even though I thought perhaps that I might stop drinking earlier before the transfer this time, it's never going to happen. Bring on the manhattans! And wine! I also successfully avoided the $20 bag of coffee that snared me on a previous visit.

4. The sun was very bright here today, and although it's as cold as a witch's tit, the sun was a reminder that perhaps it will be warm again. After taking the garbage down, Partner and I stood in the middle of the driveway like little prairie dogs with our faces turned to the sun.

5. I got a perfect cup of builder's tea this morning. When living in Dublin, my family taught me, rather late in life I must say, how to make proper tea. And of course in Ireland, at least my family, we put the tea into the pot and then leave it on the hob and it gets like you could stand a spoon straight up into it. On tea: next post!

6. Plus, the comments from my last post were fantastic. I think I heard some very powerful reminders about why to not lose hope about this cycle, and you faboo blog friends have heartened me, and I actually feel like a new woman about this cycle. (Incidentally, MFA Mama reminds me that perhaps I am being a bit more silent about details this time around, and I don't want to let anyone down: FYI, as for now, tranfer is scheduled for SUNDAY.)