Why oh why, Mr. T exclaimed, do these things always break on a weekend when everything is shut? Because, she answered exasperated, it just bloody does. They tried in vain to get it fixed before Sunday came but to no avail. It would have to wait. She took a cold shower. After hearing her squeals echoing through the house, Mr. T had second thoughts about showering and decided he wasn't that in need of a wash. Though he probably really was. The next day they managed to get a hot shower at a friend's place and then went out for some carrot cake and herbal tea. A hot shower felt good and the cake and tea did wonders to relieve the stress of the weekend.
They decided that the IUI should not wait. That they would be more upset if they did not go through with it. Exhausted they got ready for bed. And maybe just maybe a good night sleep might help. And the sperm might swim well. And the egg would be perfect and waiting. And in two weeks time they would have the best news they could have wished for. The news they had been waiting for, for two years. Maybe. Just maybe. Baby. Good Night!
