I almost crapped my pants this morning when I thought I heard my doctor tell me I was 5 pounds underweight. I was like...AAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUU?????? He quickly clarified that I was 5 pounds away from BEING underweight and told me to make sure I don't lose any weight. I told him that I eat more than I ever have since I started upping my cardio workout.
He had no answers for me...just told me not to lose weight.
Robby got out of the colon check because he's not 40 until November. Dude was grinning ear-to-ear about that. ROFL! He is sooooo funny to me!
We left the doc and went down the street to have our blood drawn and the woman taking my blood complimented me on my wedding jewelry and asked how long I'd been married. I told her and then she asked how many kids we had. I told her.
Blood Taker: Girl...you'd better give that man some kids. A little girl that looks just like you would melt his heart.
I shut down and said nothing else to her. I know she meant well in that "way" folks do...but I'm on drugs and not in the mood for all that. At breakfast I told Robby and the damn hormones I'm taking made me cry as I was telling him. He started chewing the inside of his jaw and grinding his teeth together in that way he does when he's gauging his reaction to something and trying to remain calm.
Robby: She didn't know.
Me: I know.
And he held my hand.
I know Robby so I know had he heard her say that to me she would have been blasted and if I hadn't heard it all before because I was new to the infertility journey...I might have as well.
But he didn't...
...and I'm not.
It is what it is even if what it is is pretty fugged up.
But hey...we're super healthy! Go us. We can live a long, child-free existence if need be.