Apologies to those of you who tagged me for this, I was saving it for this difficult period, where there is no cycle drama to post about and "a week on Monday" feels like a life sentence.
Speaking of life sentences, I've been watching, with fascinated horror, the occasional episode of "Test Tube Babies" on Discovery home and health. It's a UK programme, enjoyably amateurish with an incredibly irritating voice over. Each episode follows one couple going through an IVF cycle and one couple who are about to give birth after IVF. The cycle stories mostly seem to end badly, with couples getting a negative result. All the birth stories are positive, I just can't relate to them so I mostly channel hop while that bit is on. Anyway, the point was that the culmination of the cycle bit is that all the couples are filmed at the moment of calling the clinic or being called with the results. I cannot imagine getting that news with a camera in my face. And of course they all break down, with tears of joy one way, or tears of despair the other. They all seem to get the news as a couple. Maybe that's in their contract. I'm still fretting over how I'm going to figure out how to get the news on Monday 15th, with continuing to act like a professional and pay attention to the all-day review meeting I'm supposed to be in. So far my best idea is to get the clinic to call H, and he will figure out how to get the news to me. I don't want the news while I'm at work, but will I be able to wait? And then I kick myself for even believing we could get as far as Monday 15th and still have hope. And then I kick myself for not being more optimistic. Gosh this is fun, isn't it!
Anyway, I promised six wierd things. This was really hard.
1. I am obsessive about accurate writing and, in particular, punctuation. You don't see it on here because I type these posts so fast that sometimes errors get through, but in real life I am a terror. So much so that at a recent team kick-off, when asked about my most annoying habit, a colleague volunteered my continual proof-reading as something that drives him bananas. I dislike errors so much that I can't read some blogs because their owners don't spell or punctuate well. I know it's bad, but it just upsets me so much it's not worth it. And don't even get me started about the boards...
2. Punctuality. I am not punctual, but being late really makes me tense and upset. I cannot figure out how I manage to combine these two traits and not drive both myself and my husband insane. Well, I do drive my husband pretty much insane, but I somehow potter around getting ready for some event with no sense of impending doom as the time of said event starting gets ever closer. This is despite, or, I guess, because of, having spent my childhood being tense because my parents were ALWAYS late for any school event. I do, however, have a good sense of just how late I can cut it and still make that train/plane. I've never yet missed a plane (touch wood).
3. I drink a lot of water. Really a lot. To the extent that I got myself tested for diabetes, as constant thirst is one of the symptoms of pre-diabetes. But I don't have diabetes, I'm just thirsty. As are my father, my aunt, and my brother. We must have a thirstiness gene. This has the advantage that I have a well-trained bladder. Don't get me wrong, I pee a lot, but I can also drink a lot in between peeing. So lying on a gurney after embryo transfer holds no terrors for me.
4. I am overly sensitive to being made a fool of. Some might describe it as having no sense of humour. This is combined with a strong ability to mock others. Which isn't fair really. As an example, a team played an april fool on me last year where they tried to persuade me that an absent team member had been drinking too much for ages. I didn't believe them, and kept telling them to raise it with him. Then he walked in and they all cried: "April Fool!" I burst into tears. Yeah. Made them all feel shitty. I was relieved that April Fool's day this year fell on a Saturday.
5. As a child, I lied a lot. I lied mostly because I wanted to fit in. So, for example, if a friend told me that her brother played trombone, I'd say: "Mine too!" You can see how that got me into trouble. But somehow I always continued to insist I wasn't lying. This had the unfortunate effect that my mother didn't believe me when I was telling the truth, like the time the ink got on the ceiling of our dining room. I honestly didn't do it!
6. I have an incredibly low boredom threshold. I have to have noise around me. When I walk into the house I turn on the television. When working I have my itunes playing. When I start to work I compulsively check my email or blogs before I can get started, and then I get distracted while working and do something else. This means that I always work right up to a deadline. I get stuff done, but with much more last minute angst than is strictly necessary. My shrink thought it was to do with me being frightened of how powerful I'd be if I let myself concentrate. Hmm.
Hope those are wierd enough. Everyone else seems to be on to the next meme now, so I won't tag anyone. Thanks for the moments of pause you gave me.