Mr. Wonderful

It is really hard to be superwoman - but we all try to do it. It is funny how it becomes so ingrained - that we don't even know we are doing it. Today I was reminded that I don't have to be superwoman - and that when it gets so bad that I can't see it - Mr. Wonderful comes to the rescue.

We started round 2 of IVF hell this weekend - it is actually not so bad - in that we are only doing the lupron portion right now - so those are baby needles. But as you all know - I make a pact with the devil during these times and stop drinking alcohol completely - so my nightly wine and/or martini is not an option - even if I beg. But I digress . . .

We had an appointment for baseline bloodwork and an ultrasound this morning at 7:30 am - which means leaving home at 6:45 am. So I feel sleep deprived and am already exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of infertility - but I am in it to win it.

I am not in the mood to type all the details - but let's just say the Mercedes Dealership of Infertility Clinics - functioned like a used car lot in a bad neighborhood this morning. It was absolutely appalling. And here is where my DH - known today as Mr. Wonderful - let me know that I don't have to be superwoman.

After witnessing my tears of frustration - even though I assured him I would be fine and would give a call to someone at the clinic to see what could be done - he decided that no one was going to bring me to tears over their incompetence and without even telling me - he called the office and let them know that he expected this to be handled by the end of the day and he wanted a call back to know it was done.

Meanwhile - I had called the same person and left a voicemail - simply asking for a return call.

Flash forward two hours - the clinic staff person - calls me back - and says when she listened to her messages and heard my DH on the machine - she knew something was not right - as she and I talk weekly and they have only met once. She said he was incredibly professional about the whole thing - but made it crystal clear - that "no one would bring his wife to tears and that he wanted it fixed . . end of story."

I know this is a lengthy post - but my heart is bursting with love for my husband tonight. I cannot tell you how much it means to feel taken care of - supported and protected.

I will go to bed tonight with a smile - knowing that today I did not have to be superwoman . . . because superman took care of me and and all my needs.