And now, for something…
Okay, I am going to be totally upfront and say that I did not think of that terribly witty turn of phrase on my own. We are big Doctor Who fans in this house and made sure that every cable package we had back in the States included BBC America. I don’t know if they said that before every program (that would have gotten old really fast), but they did say it before Doctor Who and/or Torchwood and it would always bring with it a little twinge of excitement because it meant we were getting our ‘fix’.
I am now completely unashamedly stealing that phrase for my own blogging purposes. I think I’m pretty safe in this. But if I get several hundred more followers, I may have to change the name as a preemptive strike against litigation. (I have always wanted to idly fit that into conversation).
So without further ado, here is my first installment of:
Everyone asks, “How do you find driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road?” Honestly, you get used to it. For one thing, you’re expecting it. You know, coming here, that you’re going to be driving on a different side, getting in the other side of the car, trying to remember which direction to look when you cross the street. You’re prepared so it doesn’t take too long to make the adjustment. It’s the little things that no one ever tells you about, that you’re totally unprepared for, that go a long way towards making you aware of the fact that common language or no, you are in a foreign country.
So here’s on thing I noticed that is different on this side of the pond. Light switches go in the opposite direction. In North America, you click the light switch up to turn it on and down for off. Here it’s down to turn it on and up to turn it off. I know, right? Who would think to warn you about stuff like that? I would. That’s right, I got your back.
By the way, my inspiration for starting this is Brit Gal in the USA and her Brit Word of the Day.
So we have an appointment with our local fertility clinic this afternoon. I find myself quite nervous. I knew I was getting anxious, but as today has worn on, I have become positively beside myself. I’ve managed to keep myself busy, I got up early and made crepes for breakfast, I’ve baked some truly delicious honey/molasses bread, and I’ve just about finished all the laundry I was behind on. I’ve also finished a unit of my online course and started the next one. And Doodle has been nursed, napped, fed, cleaned, and kept happy. I need to be anxious more often. It makes me ridiculously productive.
On the other hand, I’d prefer to go without the stomach ache, slight light-headedness, and general shaky feeling. Sounds bad, I know. But it’s all physical. I haven’t been running stuff around in my head, I have apparently been suppressing any and all thoughts about it and it’s just making me feel like crap. Part of the nervousness is the prospect of starting all this again; the meds, the testing, the not-so-comfy IUI, and the very real prospect of being pregnant again in the next couple months (we didn’t have the horrible experience that some have had, I ovulated on the first round of clomid and we got pregnant on our first IUI so I’m kind of expecting it to go just as well the second time round).
The hitch, and I think this is what’s really got my knickers in a twist, is that it’s not like the US system where we had great insurance and a really great doctor that I had picked out myself. The clinic we’re going to is at the hospital instead of a nice cosy office. I’m likely going to have a male doctor, not my first choice for sure. And the real kicker…they can say no. I’m not sure of the rules or waiting lists for these procedures. I know the rules for IVF are really quite strict. If we needed IVF I wouldn’t qualify right now. I’m a little freaked. I’m trying not to be. Obviously. I never get this much work done. I’m sure all my worries will come to naught, but of course until I know for sure I’m having a bit of a moment.
Oh, yeah. And if they want to start Clomid, I have to wean Doodle first. Yeah. I might actually be ready (although I feel guilty that I am), but I know that Doodle for sure is not. Okay, for real now I think I may throw up sometime before this appointment actually takes place. Hopefully it’s not as we’re checking in. On someone’s shoes. That would suck.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
I cannot believe it has been so long. Is anyone still there? If you are I apologize for my absence. In my defense, there has been a lot going on. Janet was here for a week. We survived all our driving around. Yes, we all survived and yes, I did get lost a few more times, but we always had great adventures. There will be stories and pictures shortly.
So last Saturday, we all got up with Doodle at 6 (instead of the bit of a lie-in I usually get until 7) so that we could be out the door by 7:30 to give us loads of time to get to the train. We got there stupid early, but that’s fine, gave us time to chill and have a muffin. The train ride was nice and uneventful. I would have liked to have a forward facing seat as it’s harder to enjoy the scenery going backwards, but it was fine. Doodle nursed and got a bit of nap before we got into the city. I found it interesting how as we got closer to Paddington station, the area began to look an awful lot like the train ride from New York out to New Rochelle.