D(octor)-Day: complete with baffling changes in font size!

La la la, still waiting. My temp wasn’t as high this morning as it has been the last couple days, but it was still high enough for Fertility Frenemy to draw a dotted coverline (dotted lest the rise in temperature turn out to be due only to the Prometrium, as studies have shown that fewer lawsuits result from broken than from solid lines) and declare me 6dpo today. I found last night that I was catching whiffs of things that N wasn’t, and entertained myself with a reminder that pregnant ladies have more sensitive noses.

This afternoon is our appointment with Dr. L, the fancypants RE whom we last saw in March, when we were visiting from Paree, and with whom I have been exchanging generally helpful, but dry-as-dust (on his part) e-mails since then. I have no idea what today will hold, nor even what to want from the meeting. I guess a SA would be nice, as our home test measured only motility, I think, and not numbers or morphology. As I’ve mentioned before, the timing is a little odd, it being CD25 and all, but I figured that if there were an opportunity to see him before I start work on Monday, all the better. Is it possible he would do a beta test? Is there any chance of a positive at 6dpo? Seems pretty early to me, but I’m not the one with the M.D.

So now that I’m quite sure I’ve exhausted the entire repertoire of Yogi tea words-to-live-by, I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. And so I took all the Yogigems I have read thus far, and from those words, am creating my own: the affirmations I wish were on the tabs of my teabags. A couple to send you forth into your day:

• Your intuition is simply never wrong. Why thank you.
• Swim unconsciously through the impossible. Don’t mind if I do.

And, to balance out that light, airy feeling, a ridiculous sandwich that N ordered the other night (the photo of which came out a little yellower than I’d like):

What we were assuming was a (fried mozzarella) sandwich was, in fact, a fried (mozzarella sandwich)--using the distributive property. Regardless, damn tasty--I had a bite.

And, from the annals of my own consumption, a drink I had last night, called the Sloe & Low. Yum, and oh, so purdy (sorry the pic is a little blurry):

Gin, Maraschino, sloe gin, lemon juice, fresh raspberries and blackberries