I didn’t know how I would feel come the first Cycle Day 1 of potential procreation. What’s been confusing, lately, has been not the fear of fertility doom and gloom, which I’m familiar with and with which I pretty much know how to deal, but the fear of an actual child resulting from our efforts. Even forgetting the possibility of special needs, which leaves me quaking in my boots, it is unlikely that another child could possibly be as easy as Gatito. I mean, sleeping 12 hours/night at 7 weeks? Potty trained, nights included, before 2.5? Long attention span and ability to entertain himself from the age of two months? No, whatever delights a potential second child will have, it’s hard to believe he or she will be as easy to parent as Gatito has been.
Nonetheless, I greeted the arrival of my period this morning with optimism. I’m ready to get this show on the road. Now can somebody please tell me approximately how many days before ovulation an ultrasound will be able to detect the side on which the follicle is growing? I left a message last week, but my doctor is ridiculously hard to get on the phone. Also, I assume they need to use the super-powerful machine, not the portable one they wheel from exam room to exam room?
I’ll leave you with another A/Gatito story:
A, for reasons unknown, was eating a cheese stick wrapped in a piece of bread.
“Come here, Daddy,” Gatito said sweetly.
A approaches.
“A little closer,” he encouraged. “Sit down.
A sits.
“Let’s share this plate,” he offered, showing A his own plate with his own, now grubby stick of cheese. “Put that down here.”
A put the cheese n’ bread on the plate and Gatito unwrapped, took the cheese, and offered A his own grubby cheese return.
We are accustomed to the appropriation of our food, but the pre-meditated stealthiness is something new! Makes me nervous.
