The One in Which We Wait . . . and Wait

So, trying to move on. Miss my dog. Made some horrible misjudgments, etc. But as I’ve been told a thousand times now (yes, I’ve been talking crying about this with everyone I know . . . ) we did what we thought was OK at the time.

So, Saturday. We had to be there at 8:15 AM. Which is a herculean feat in and of itself but even more so when you have, you know, a wee one to contend with as well (oh, who are we kidding? It’s me, I’m the one who is terrible about getting places on time). What to do with the Boy? Every time I see Doctor Superman he asks when are we bringing in the Boy. And really, he SHOULD meet him since he’s pretty much the why, the how, the etc. . . . So, for an appointment the other day I brought him . . . and was met with a few icy stairs in the reception area. I felt completely weird having him there – and he was, of course, completely disruptive as well (he flipped out, FLIPPED OUT when I put the car seat behind the reception desk – he loves that thing. We took a cab there. It’s strange, the City Boy’s attachment to a car seat. He’s crying, carrying on, saying mournfully, “Car seat. Car seat. MY car seat.”). I felt weird bringing him and then it was even more weird when I got an ultrasound because the Boy insisted on sitting on my lap – so, you can only imagine how graceful that was, not to mention the future therapy needed for the Boy. But it was wonderful for him to meet Doctor Superman. It was really great to see them together. Anyhoo, so, right. We check in. We go upstairs so that the Husband can deposit his, er, "sample". That was also weird. But we had the upstairs waiting room all to ourselves for awhile – which was great. I actually READ A MAGAZINE while the Boy flipped the light switch on a lamp on and off multiple times all while “reading” his own books. It was a glorious few moments. And then many other couples arrived so letting the Boy run free like a madman was no longer an option. Then we walked a few blocks away to get a breakfast of mediocre bagels and mediocre danishes and mediocre coffee and while away the hour or so that we had to wait. Upon our return we were whisked into a room, I threw my legs into the stirrups and Bada Bing! Done. And now, we wait.