So, so glad to be home! It has been almost two months since i left Singapore and getting back here is wonderful. My own place with all my own stuff. SO happy that when i walked into the house i burst into tears for the joy of it.
My darling husband picked us up from the airport but we weren't home for even an hour before he packed up and headed off to work again. I was not terribly impressed. Whatever visions i had of being pampered by a loving husband who missed me walked out the door with him. Totally forgotten his absenteeism. So much more forgiveable when you're both in different countries! I think i'll just pretend he's out of the country. And again, we do need the next few days to get used to being around each other again.
Left to my own devices, i managed to blow the electricity in the entire apartment around 9pm. Too buggered to care, i took myself off to bed and woke around 11.30, steaming in my bed! Thankfully G came home not too long after that and figured out all that was needed was for the guard to come and unlock a circuit board out by the lifts and flip it on again. Hooray for air conditioning in this hot and humid country!
Now it's back to life as i used to know it. Driving from the airport, i felt like i had arrived at my holiday destination, rather than returning from a 2 month hormonal holiday. Lush and green, the island looks beautiful.
But after waking this morning and realising that being home also means cooking, cleaning and getting on with life, it's a little bit of a downer. My house is a disaster. Darling daughter, excited as me, has managed to drag out all her toys from every corner. Random things, little itty bits that are now strewn here, there and everywhere. Add to that the 4 bags i brought back with me (i was not idle in Sydney... their retail market is thanking me) that have to be unpacked and stored away somewhere. There is laundry everywhere, dishes in the sink, just stuff everywhere, it's driving me crazy!
And silly things that boys don't notice (i'm generalizing and i know it's wrong, but maybe if you think i'm just talking about my boy it won't seem so bad). Like, the box of laundry soap that i bought in case he ran out while i was away has not moved from where i left it! Mold covering the inside of my clothes washer (although he says he's done wash since i've been gone...). Where the hell is the toilet paper?! And soap by the sink to wash your hands? Mysterious disappearances... All sorts of odds and ends in the fridge, also from before i left, that has not been touched, turned different colours, smelling kind of funky. Oh and an entire bag of recycling that could have been taken out during the two months that i was away.
But in his defense, the house was spotless (maybe a little help from our cleaner?). And it's really not his fault that there's a big deadline at work. And it is so nice to have him around when he is. Who else would i make coffee for in the morning and pick up dirty clothes for.
All this is great, though because it keeps my mind off the obvious and will make the days pass quickly until the results are known. G said we should get like 20 HPT (home pregnancy tests) and start testing now. It'll be positive at first cause of the Pregnyl injection but that should drop off in 10 days. Then it should be come negative. Then if it goes positive again, we'll know i'm pregnant.
But i think I need to find a doc to do my blood tests. I want to know how high the HCG levels are so i know how viable it is or isn't and i can't decide if i find one that is a fertility specialist so in case it doesn't work, i can just do another cycle here. It'll cost us $15k but now that i've done two cycles, it seems silly to give up. But then i do think i could be happy and get on with life either way. It's just that IF we decide we want to go for it again, then we could.
Anyways, i better got clean myself up so i'm ready for a ladies lunch and playdate. Gee i love it here!
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