Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Happy Birthday to Me

Today's my birthday. I'm . . . fortyish.

How did I "celebrate"? With 90 minutes of conference calls, a visit to the pediatrician to determine that Snookums did not have swine flu, a greasy gyro purchased on the street, and a couple of glasses of cheap red wine.

I'm not in much of a celebratory mood, seeing as I found out yesterday I'm not pregnant, despite having transferred five fertilized embryos into my aging womb 12 days ago.

Indeed, I'm downright bummed. Not to mention broke. But I'll get over it.

And until I do, I'll keep drinking this cheap wine.


Anonymous said...


And think of this way with the eggs not sticking: maybe it's because they wanted you to be able to enjoy some wine on your birthday. No?

Joan Novark said...

That's a great way of thinking of it! And since my doctor wants me to take a month off before we try again, that means MORE WINE!!!