Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Dalliance Interrupted

The Husband... is not known for his memory. I knew this when I married him and so I accept that hints, nudges and (not-so) gentle reminders are a part of my job as The Wife. So when The Husband is the one doing the nudging, I know my procrastination has gone on too long.

This weekend he issued a not-so gentle reminder to get things a-rollin' on the fertility clinic referral. I did my research and had the clinic picked out, my doctor had the paperwork ready, the pre-work ultrasound was done, all that was left was two phone calls and I just couldn't get my shit together to make them. Rather like alcoholism, the first step is admitting there is a problem and I guess finally making that call was confirmation that I believe there is a problem. Though, in my defense, it's also hard to make these calls from work because I'm in a cube farm and I'm not thrilled about the idea of my colleagues knowing my business. When people watch you slip into a conference room to make a call they assume you're job hunting and in today's job market I can't afford the appearance of impropriety - especially if I want to go on another mat leave in the not too distant future.

Anyway, I finally did it. The referral documents have been faxed and the ball is rolling. Now I have to wait for them to call me back with an appointment. Naturally since I went through all the subterfuge yesterday The Parasite is home sick with me today, so I would have had all the time and privacy in the world to get it done. *sigh*

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