After spending three full days decorating my mother-in-laws bedroom, eating not one slice of cake (I KNOW!), and prepping to head to London for work on my annual leave tomorrow... Mr Emu declared we should go out for tea and then he’d run me a deep bath with extra bubbles for after my injection at 8pm.
To understand the importance of this... please remember Mr Emu is from Yorkshire and as he likes to remind me: we are on a water meter. So this was an amazing gesture!
With sheer glee and excitement I literally jumped in the bath while he was lighting candles around me and I took this picture. I cannot begin to tell you how important it is to find the time to relax and fully switch off during your cycle. Mr Emu even played the guitar from the landing to me while I soaked. You know... finding the calm, tranquil space that you...
“OH SH*T IT” I screamed as I leapt out of the bath taking half the water with me running naked past Mr Emu on the landing. “MY SODDING INJECTION!”
Foofighters ‘My Hero’ was no longer being sung by Mr Emu, nor was it part of the relaxing evening, and a gobsmacked Mr Emu tried to calm me down as I wept into my injection pack because 15 minutes will have RUINED EVERYTHING.
A bit of snot and tears later; a reminder that Mr Emu is right; I just calm down... and remember that, therefore, he is ‘my hero’... I was back in the bath (before a weird panic I wasn’t allowed a bath after an injection - what if bubbles got in the injection hole? I swear to god IVF will actually make me lose my mind) and relaxing once more.
Fifteen minutes. Why am I so forgetful?! 🙄🙄🙄 x