Jenn tagged me with this.
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five people to do the same.
So the fifth sentence of my twenty-third post, was:
I said I wanted to schedule an IUI for the next cycle if it doesn't work this cycle, and started to figure out when the baby would be due if the IUI worked (I know, I know).
I do that every time. Don't you? I know the expected due dates of each month that we've had any chance of success. The one just passed would have been due on 23 May. What a strange numerical coincidence. I always wanted a May birthday when I was little. The ability to have a party in the garden, as my September-birthday-ed brother did, seemed exciting, almost exotic. Instead of the snow that usually marked my birthday. And it's nice and far away from any family birthdays. And it's far enough before June that it's unlikely the child would have to suffer exams on their birthday, or even if they did, they could have a great post-exam party and get lots of presents at the same time.
My fantasies really are running amok, aren't they? I know that, yet every month I do the calculation, and every month I mourn that lost birthday.
If the IVF works, the baby would be born sometime towards the end of July I think. I haven't calculated it yet (and I refuse to do so now), but it must be there or thereabouts. Kind of sucks, as everyone will be on holiday and so all their friends will forget their birthday, and it will be hard to have a party because no one will be around. Although the weather will probably be pretty good.
I said this to H a few days ago. "Whenever our baby is born," he said, "will be the perfect birthday."
How did he get to be so smart?