Wednesday we were back at the specialist for a post operation check up.
Everything is just dandy! isn't that fantastic?
(Give me a few moments to scrub the oozing sarcasm from my useless torso.)
Apparently, we are subfertile, not infertile, which was positively delightful to learn.
I've started to notice the difference already.
What?...don't tell me you can't see the family simply sprouting up around us as I type these very words!
The previously dangled carrot of an IUI in January or February has been ushered further along ahead of us, the pair of fine subfertile donkeys that we are.
We go back in March now, when we can discuss it. Ironically, the appointment which falls on March 11th, will take place just after the end of cycle 24.
This is of course, the magic two year mark when Dutch medical professionals emerge from their cocoons made from pushed paper and recited statistics, and bloom into magic weaving and baby-dust sprinkling butterflies.
Moving along from one donkey display to another, tell me, what do sensible people do?
What do they do if they've had a lousy week, and are facing into Christmas and the end of another year fruitless and weary, and recoiling from the thought of seasonal festivities?
They stay home, rest and relax, shut the world out, and take refuge as much as is possible, don't they?
Now tell me what do stupid people do?
Stupid people forget that they have a long standing arrangement to go and visit with friends in Dusseldorf this weekend, home to the huge Christmas bloody market.
This evening we will drive with some friends to Dusseldorf, Germany to engage in 'festivities'.
Fake snow, fake Santas, fake chestnuts roasting on fake fires, fake trees, and fake elves.
Real alcohol though.