During the worst of my battle with the ear infection, I was popping Ibuprofen every four hours. And now, while I know you really can’t become addicted to over-the-counter pain medicine, I feel as though I’ve become overly reliant upon the stuff. The truth is, I’ve been getting a lot of headaches in these first few days after the ear infection cleared up, and, try as I might, I can’t really get by without a little relief.
I don’t like taking pain medicine as a rule, and it’s because of this sort of thing. I start taking it for one thing and then, for a week, I’m taking it whenever anything bothers me. In this case, the headaches have been really bad, which has made it a bit easier to justify the pill-popping, but I still don’t like it.
Anyway, the first day of our so-called “two week wait” is over and done with. It was horrible, with Stef agonizing over one or two little things she’d done and how they might have ruined our chances at a pregnancy, and with me so nervous about the impending injection that I cooked an absolutely horrendous dinner. Things will be better when the weekend comes. That’s what I keep telling myself. We’ll go out, we’ll do things—maybe we’ll finally go see Batman Begins... Things will be better.
But, from now until July 5, when we have the first pregnancy test done and get the phonecall that says yea or nay (yay or nay?), it will be hell. You can try all you want to focus on other things, but it just doesn’t work.