Mom got home from the hospital Christmas eve. She was minus her gall bladder, but feeling a lot better. She certainly sounded like her old self, and the way she tells it the nurses were happy to see the back of her, and she was not meek and quiet about their uneven level of care. The quote of note: "If there is one thing that I have learned working at ____ its that if you are complacent you get shit on."
On the reproductive front we are obviously going to try again. We knew it was worse than 50/50 odds on any given cycle. I'm feeling inclined to 'fire my dice' as my gamers put it, only I'm not sure how I would go about it. If only there actually were physical dice involved, I'm usually lucky with them.
My mood was improved greatly by the Christmas gift Warren got me. Its a beautiful sapphire and diamond pendant. Does that sound shallow, the fact that a bauble can cheer me up out of my reproductive woes? I'm sure some people would think so. On the other hand, my husband went out and picked something elegant and beautiful for me, and spent his hard-earned money on it. Now I have this wonderful beautiful thing that helps remind me of just how much he loves me. If there's a silver lining to the whole reproductive mess its that I often get reminders of just what a wonderful man I married. He'll make a really great father... someday. Someday soon, I hope.