This is the cat we call the crabby tabby.
I can’t believe it is Friday already. This week just flew by and I can’t think why. Nothing of any real interest happened. Next week is the week I am looking forward to.
Last night I went to a Southern Living @ Home party at my boss’s house. I like my boss and I LOVE her baby girl. Plus it’s always good to get together with work people outside of work. I like SL@H stuff. I have quite a bit of it because another friend of mine sells it. I ended up ordering a butter dish, a wrought iron cookbook holder, and a slow cooker cookbook. The only thing I don’t like is having to wait for my order. I did like snuggling with my boss’s daughter and another friend’s little boy though. They are both one and hilarious in their new found independence.
Work has been getting busy now that it’s nearing the end of February and coming up upon tax and IRA season. It definitely makes the days go by faster, but I am leaving work on my desk at the end of the day and that’s not something I like to do. The most frustrating thing about work right now is the lack of communication between the phone team and the processors. The phone team tells our bankers how to make annuity deposits and fill out their paperwork, but I am getting paperwork that is wrong and missing deposits. When I get back to the bankers, they say that they didn’t know how to do whatever it was so they called the phone team for instructions. Arg! So we are having a team meeting first thing Monday morning in hopes of getting everyone on the same page. I hope it works because our work increases 10 fold with the approach of tax day.
Also next week we get fed. Because of the team meeting, they will be feeding us breakfast. Then, as a thank you for our hard work, we are being treated to lunch as well. One of our insurance companies is treating us to lunch on Wednesday as well. Thursday and Friday I will be at Continuing Education to keep my insurance license current.
This weekend we have nothing planned other than to hunker in, stay warm in light of the frigid, below zero temps we’ve been experiencing. I do need to clean our apartment and do a little homework, but other than that, this is a weekend for snuggling, reading, finishing some homework, and sleeping in.
The biggest news of course is that Tuesday is the day Bob is matched with his service dog. But I have my own appointment that day. I finally place the call to my physician’s office. I told the scheduler that my doctor wanted to see me if I hadn’t gotten pregnant in 6 months and it’s been 8 and I’m not pregnant. So, it begins. I know my doctor will just meet with me, ask some questions, and probably send me to someone else. I don’t expect answers to my questions on Tuesday. However, I wonder if I should expect answers to my questions at all. So many who struggle with infertility have gone to doctor after doctor, had test after test and still their questions remain unanswered. So, we will see what happens. This is probably one of those things that I just need to take a step at a time, a day at a time. Not so great if you are an impatient person such as I am. I feel better about finally going forward in this though. It’s been 4 years of trying and not getting pregnant. At least this way I feel as if I am doing something about it.