I hate that just when everything is all set to work out it doesn’t.
The boy might have to go to Boston Thursday for work, he wouldn’t be back until Monday. That means no adoption meeting on Saturday.
The next one isn’t for two weeks.
That means I have to wait another two weeks, get more bad news from a fertility specialist, and wait MORE in the meantime.
I don’t mind waiting but seriously waiting for two months to find out we’re infertile and then to wait another month while another infertility specialist messes around and to actually apply to adopt is driving me INSANE.
WHY CAN’T LIFE JUST EVER DO WHAT I TELL IT TO DO.
And I can’t just go Saturday without him because that wouldn’t be nice that I got to go and he didn’t. Plus they approve our application, how would it look if I showed up without my husband.
“Oh well, my husband couldn’t make it. He had to fly to Boston for business unexpectedly.”
That’s terrible and then I become THAT woman. It’s not the boys fault, what can he do if he’s so cool they have to send him to Boston for a week. BUT SERIOUSLY couldn’t they have done this next week?
I’m going to die before then. Seriously.
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