Following my waxing lyrical about the joys of married life, sunday night was time for a good yelling at each other, which carried over into Tuesday morning. Of course this was the day of The doctors appointment!As it happened, going in stroppy with each other worked just fine. Our doctor, Rebecca, was so sweet, and very understanding. She totally got where we were coming for, and decided that not only should G get some tests on the boys... but I should get all my blood tests and swobs down now as a priority to start the ball rolling correctly.
We talked weight and I got upset. No surprises there, but she didn't lecture about obesity, she just told me that some small changes and loss would make the world of difference. I came out of there feeling like it was much more achievable. And we came out of there talking to each other again and able to sort out our row.
The lead time on an appointment at the Fertility Clinic is 8-12 weeks so it's not likely to be this year that we actually get referred. She told us to keep trying, and wait for that appointment.
On a similar note, as G's hire car is no longer available, I collected him from work last night and tonight. This actually gives us chatting time that we don't normally have and is kinda nice, a bit like the old days. Tonight G just announced unprompted that he is moving more towards adoption if this doesnt work out for us naturally. I'm really happy to hear that, because the idea is more and more appealing to me.
