Hubby and I took a drive to our favourite restaurant on our favourite beach yesterday, had breakfast and then took a long walk down the beach, eventually finding a spot to sit and watch the waves on the most perfect winter day in Cape Town. We sat and chatted for hours. Hopes dreams, what makes us nervous about having kids, what makes us excited, the things to look forward to, the things to worry about. It was one of those days you just have to cherish. Perfect way to keep me calm and relaxed and still in a great state of mind.
For the last week I have had an old advert playing over and over in my head. For those South Africans of a certain age, you may remember it…
Waiting, waiting waiting for the bus
Where’s the bus
Something caught your eye passing by
My oh my
Do you think you saw what you thought you saw
The bus that you’ve been waiting for…
Well actually until this morning it was only the waiting waiting waiting part that was going around and around in my head. Then this morning AF arrived! Yes folks we have finally arrived at CD1 and we are on the bus!
I should have known with all my careful planning of what day would be perfect for her to arrive that she would show up on the least perfect day, messing with my schedule, which she has. I have a BIG meeting on Wednesday morning, but NOTHING is more important than this right now, so I have my appointment for CD3 scan on Wednesday morning.
Now that we are here, YES I am excited. I get the feeling I may have the worst possible case of verbal diarrhea ever for the next few weeks as all I want to talk about is my cycle and what’s happening and what’s next etc etc etc.
As an aside DefTTC (my hubby) thinks that you guys may be confused by his ever changing name here, you know he started at DH then became “HopelesslyTTC” as per his blog and after our SA we renamed him DefTTC because of the change in circumstances. You guys are smarter than that aren’t you – you aren’t confused, you know who he is? And if you don’t take a look at his blog