"Wow! What a great night's sleep. I only got up to pee 3 times!"
At which point he snorted, rolled his eyes, turned over, and went back to sleep.
Obviously, infertility, treatments and pregnancy have changed me in countless important and fundamental ways. But this morning's episode got me thinking about the countless, semi-trivial ways in which I've changed over the last 3 or so years (beyond the constant need to pee and the ability to fall asleep immediately afterwards -- and OK, sometimes during).
- I'd never gotten blood drawn before my first infertility workup, and was so grossed out/scared that I had to shut my eyes and do deep breathing. Now I avidly watch and discuss things like the color of my blood and needle technique with the lab tech.
- Pelvic exams and other occasions where medical professionals insert things in my hoo-ha are no longer a big deal.
- I've come to appreciate work as a distraction from disappointment.
- I've come to realize that I can indeed live without red wine for extended periods of time.
- I've learned how to ask for help lifting my suitcase into the overhead bin (sort of -- this is a work in progress).
- I've always been sensitive about my weight, and people commenting on it. Now I find comments about the growing size of my belly reassuring, and actually enjoy when people touch my belly.
- On a related note, I used to perish the thought of walking around in my bathing suit. Now being in the water feels SO GOOD, I let it all hang out and don't even really think about it (except when my giant boobs occasionally pop my suit open).
- I crave sweets.
- I have hair growing in odd places.
- When my husband tells me I look beautiful, I don't fight it -- I just smile and appreciate the compliment.
- Have I mentioned the size of my boobs?