The day has arrived (a lot quicker than I thought it would). Tomorrow I go off to check that all my lady parts are in good working order. I’m still not sure what I’m hoping for. Would I like them to say nothing is wrong, everything is fine, trying to get pregnant just takes time? Or would I like them to say there’s a reason why you haven’t conceived? Both scenarios would be comforting in a small way I think.
I had a great time with Riley today. In the morning we did the washing up. It seems like such a small thing, really. But when I brought a chair up to the sink and she could get her hands wet and wash the dishes with me, every now and then she looked up at me and gave me a big cheesy grin. She decked me and the cat out in all manner of jewellery. The cat endured this very well considering. I think she took as much pleasure putting it on, as taking it off.
I changed the linen in the bedroom and she bounced up and down and then pretended to go to sleep under the doona, complete with fake snoring. I choose to believe she is copying her father and not think that this is evidence that I snore in my sleep and am blissfully unaware of that fact.
She ate all of her breakfast and a good part of mine. After every enthusiastic mouthful she said ‘Tasty!’ despite the fact that our breakfasts were exactly the same – apparently mine just tastes better. She also rubbed her belly a few times to emphasise how much more delicious my oatmeal was.
And generally, just by her being herself, her joyful, playful, affectionate self – she reminded me that whatever happens tomorrow I’m still the luckiest person on the planet.
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