Driving home Sunday evenings are always a little tough for me. Hard to explain really, but it’s almost as if the longer I go without seeing Eric, the easier it becomes. A weekend with him causes the missing to start all over.
Thankfully Eric was only paged a few times Friday evening, but that forced him to schedule a procedure for early Saturday morning. Nothing else though until today after I’d already left. Much better than most weekends I’m there!
Friday night we grabbed dinner at a Mexican place in Clear Lake and then picked up a movie. Eric was paged on our way to get the movie so he dropped me off at his place after picking out the first two discs of American Horror Story, Season Two at Family Video. Yes, they still have a Family Video, and the place is always packed! Eric was only at the hospital for maybe an hour, just long enough for me to change into comfy PJs and snuggle on the couch with Kona.
Saturday I slept in while Eric broke up some bladder stones, or whatever it is one does to those. He was home by 9:30AM with McDonald’s in hand. Yummy, but oh so horrible for my body! And if that wasn’t bad enough, we laid around until almost 2PM when we decided we needed Dairy Queen for lunch! Another fail!
Saturday night we were invited over to one of the staff’s homes to watch the Iowa game, more horrible for us food, pizza, but again, oh so yummy. This particular staff is one Eric has been working very closely with in Mason City, so it was nice to finally put a face to all the stories I’ve heard. And his wife was so so so very sweet! They are in their early 50s; we talked work and about our plans for the future while we watched the game, it was a good evening! They had lots of great advice for us!
I woke up this morning feeling sad it was Sunday, knowing I’d have to travel back home soon. We found a cute little Chinese restaurant for lunch and then took Kona for a walk before I left town a little after 2PM. I assume most of the world is now enjoying the Superbowl with their friends and family… It’s one of those times I really hate Eric’s job. Seems as if he’s always on-call during times when others are off enjoying quality time together.
I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful I’ll be at the end of February when Eric can move back home to work in Iowa City again. As if infertility doesn’t tear apart a couple enough, and then to force us to live in separate cities. Well, really just not ideal. I hope he and I can reconnect and get back into a ‘more’ normal grove once he returns home.
In the meantime, I’ll continue to stare at those scary syringes all laid out on our dining room table. Only a few more days now…