Valentines evening was lovely. I got home, and DH arrived home shortly after me. (Speaking of DH, I think that “DH” is pretty impersonal. Because of our surname, one of our friends started calling him the Hoff. No he doesn’t look like David Hasselhof ((that much)) but he has that same nonchalant yet charming way about him, so the Hoff it is.)
Oh yeah baby!
As I was saying, the Hoff started getting dressed for the dinner date I had organised for us. As he was buttoning up his shirt he said, “Sorry Mands. There is something I need to tell you.” So I said, “I know, I know, you didn’t get me anything for Valentines Day, not even so much as a card…” He nodded sheepishly and walked out of the room. Next minute he came back with this ENORMOUS card! And a bag full of stuff from the Body Shop! Romance is alive!!! Yeeehaaa!!
Took him off to din din at a very quaint little spot called Rosabella’s Rose Cafe’. It was a warm, balmy evening to begin, and soft eighties tunes floated out of the candle lit restaurant. Everything was strewn with rose petals and rose buds. It was really great to spend some quality time together. We chatted about the IUI, Clo mid, babies and other non fertility stuff too. We are definitely getting older, though, because at around ten o’clock we both started yawning and checking around for our waiter to get our bill!
This morning, the second insemination of IUI round two went well. Does everyone else also do two in a row in one cycle? Apparently it increases the chances of fertilization. I don’t know. My BFG commented on the fact that I was looking very relaxed. He also said that people with much worse numbers than us fall pregnant easily enough, and he said that he didn’t think that we would need to go the IVF route. I hope he’s right. He did go on to add that sometimes even when everything is perfect, conception still doesn’t happen, but that we should stay positive because stressing about it could have a negative effect on the outcome.
So I intend to take his advice, to just relax and not (try) not to get worked up about it. Whatever will be, will be.