The results of my immunological and chromosomal tests are NORMAL. I was hoping for "fanfriggingtabulous" or "damn, you've got fine chromosomes", but NORMAL will have to do. According to the RE, NORMAL is good, it's where you want to be, certainly, you don't want abNORMAL. Ok. I tried to read the report but they lost me at "factor V Leiden mutation," which I don't have, I don't think. Still waiting on E's chromosomal testing, but they're less concerned about him because he has an adult child. I told him he better not screw things up.
NORMAL. In many ways, my thoughts lately have centered around variations of NORMAL or more specifically, what's my NORMAL? Where's my place? Before we started trying to have a child, I was very sure about my place in the world. Happily married, great lifestyle, interesting trips, good job, freedom, lots of fun. When we started trying to have a child my NORMAL changed to incorporate the possibility of being a parent one day, less freedom, less travel, more responsibility, sure, but add a little human to the mix.
Now I don't know where I fit in. Will I be "happily married, great lifestyle, interesting trips, good job, freedom, lots of fun" or "less freedom, less travel, more responsibility, sure, but add a little human to the mix?" And how does one dress appropriately when the invitation doesn't specify?
So I'm struggling a bit with my NORMAL.
The good news is that the sun's shining and the flowers are blooming. And the Kentucky Derby is right around the corner. I have a new hat. Ok, and a new outfit. And you can't pair a new hat and a new outfit with old shoes. So, I've got new shoes too. And I will look anything but NORMAL.
If I do say so myself.