Two Days and Counting...

...until we jet off to the sunny Carribean. DH and I are leaving on Friday for a much needed holiday to the Dominican Republic and I am a little embarassed to say that we have chosen an adults only resort.

Why does this embarass me, you may ask? Because I'm an elementary school principal - aren't I supposed to LOVE being around children? When I was starting out my career in teaching, there were times when I would be highly amused by certain adults that I was at social gatherings with. Whenever there were children afoot, they would automatically assume that I would entertain their children whilst they enjoyed their glasses of wine and more "adult" conversation - after all, I was a teacher, wasn't I? They would invariably introduce me to their children by saying "This is Springroll, she's a Grade Three teacher!" They would smile, nudge their children towards me, then leave me in the dust while the kids dragged me toward their drawings or toys. It drove me crazy.

More recently, since the onset of my "condition", I find myself melancholy, at times, just being around children (especially our youngest students, who are typically 3.5 to 4 years of age). For example, at last year's Mother's Day Tea, our Kindergarten children sang "You are My Sunshine" to a room full of beaming mothers - and a bawling principal. Most moms thought that I was touched by the moment - little did they know that I was crying because I was faced with the possibility that I would never hear a child of my own singing this very same song to me. Rather pathetic. And last year's spring break holiday, while amazing, also had its tear-filled moments. Like the day that I watched a man carry his little baby boy around the pool on his shoulders. The little boy shrieked in delight each time he got splashed. The man beamed. And I cried - wondering if my own husband would ever get the chance to do that. Good lord.

Given the fact that I am around children all of the time, and given my somewhat fragile mental state (ha-ha!), I jumped at the chance to go to a beautiful, five-star, child-free resort. I can't wait to lie on my lounger, listening to nothing but the sound of the ocean lapping against the shore. Yay me.

In other news - my sonohysterogram went smoothly and was so much less painful than an HSG!! Though it's not my first choice of ways to spend my spring break, I'd do it again if I had to. And the best part is - I got a clean bill of health! No polyps, no issues. And even better than that - they gave me another antral follicle count and it's at 10!!! That's TWO more than last month's!! Wooohoooo!! Now if we can only see the same number of follies when we cycle, we'll be laughing all the way to the clinic...

P.S. Congrats to my special cyber-friend, CJDR, who gave birth to a beautiful little boy a couple of weeks ago. She is proof that miracles can happen - you just have to believe...