I reject your reality and substitute my own!

I wish I did not have to deal with reality. I do not have anything specific to complain about, really. Just a general case of the blahs, and wanting a vacation really badly. I wish I could take a day just for me.

Two of the bloggers I follow are pregnant. I think it is fantastic they got the miracle they wanted. I know what they have been though to get there, and they should celebrate it. Now I want my miracle. For some reason, I feel left behind. I think it is the competitive streak in me. I should not feel bad for myself, because we are working toward getting me pregnant. We have the IVF consult coming up in a couple of weeks. That is step one. I think we will likely attend with calendars in hand and hopefully schedule a cycle. That is what I am hoping, at any rate. I have something to hope for, I just need to remember I have it.

I think I have come up with names for my docs. I think my Richmond RE will be called the Wizard of IF, or the Wizard for short. He is a little guy, and I always seem to see him from behind the sheet across my legs. Sort of seems appropriate. My Roanoke RE works with the IVF centers and monitors local patients, so I think I may call him the Apprentice. IF treatment seems a bit magical to me. There is a whole lot of chance involved.

And now for something completely different...
I am trying to decide if I want to actually compete in agility with Gertrude. There is an agility match coming up in March. I should be available that weekend. There is even a course of nothing but jumps and tunnels. I know she can do both of those obstacles for the match. The class I am taking will be going over skills I could use for the match. Competing makes me nervous. I will never know until I try, I guess. It will also be a nice distraction from everything else going on. I thought I would wait another year before trying to compete with her, but everyone keeps telling me that you have to start somewhere. She does do jumps and tunnels well.