Mountain Reverts To Molehill
It's Christmas. Sneaking into our lives and wallets! This is our first Christmas in our new home. We built a house with a big front window. During construction I vividly recall thinking "Won't a Christmas tree look tree-mendous in that window!" And now I get to see if my vision was correct. I do love Christmas! I was sifting through our decorations and I found a tiny doll, dressed in a miniscule white rose embroidered dress. My mother gave me this doll in December 2003. A fortune teller had told her that my infertility woes could be cured if I placed a small doll in the right hand side of my loungeroom. Talk about specific. It was worth a shot. Clomid and sex weren't helping! Back then the hand side of my loungeroom was occupied by a Christmas tree so it seemed fitting to perch her atop a fake fir branch. Near an angel and a silver baubel. That little plastic gargoyle. My infertility woes did not abate. Nay. They quadrupuled. Now in 2005, without fallopian tubes I knew the fortune teller was on crack but, dolly got herself a low ranking branch to see out Christmas in the big window this year. Call me sentimental. Or just mental. Fa-la-la-la-la.
My first FSH results came back. Shazam! Down from 13 to a ravishing 7.9! Me Likes! This is great news & I was not particularly confident of receiving it. A surprise that made me leap, not weep. Maybe dolly was making up for her foolhardy promise?
Thank you for your kind words on my last post. I printed up all your messages and passed them onto Sammy. She was touched. Beyond good grammar. "I bawled my guts out" Sammy said after reading them. Then she recited one of our favourite little love tokens, "I love you all the much and even more and then some".
She clearly digs me, and you lot too.