Date Night

Okay, so there are other things in my life besides TTC. Well, not really. But every once in awhile it's nice to have a distraction.

Last night, my husband and I went to see Michael Buble in concert here in Seattle. He is my favorite artist and we had a wonderful time. I can still remember the first time I heard his song "Home" on the radio. I literally pulled over at the next exit, found a store, and bought his CD. For my birthday that year, my husband surprised me with front row tickets to his first Seattle concert, and it was then that I truly fell in love!

Not only is his voice knock-your-socks-off incredible, but he also is an amazing and engaging performer. He interacts with the audience, gives his band some of the limelight, and sounds even better on stage than he does on his recordings (if that is possible.)

We didn't have front row seats last night. We weren't even on the floor. We had first row balcony seats, which were decent, but it just wasn't the same as being literally able to reach out and touch him. Plus, he actually comes out into the audience, so last time, I got to give him a hug, whereas this time, I only got to watch longingly from above. It was still a great night, however.

My husband and I live 25 minutes north of the city, and for anyone who has ever been to Seattle, you know that traffic usually turns those 25 minutes into 90 or more. Because of that, we rarely go downtown. My fertility specialist is downtown, so I feel like we are there enough, fighting traffic and jostling for parking. However, we both got off work a little early, braved the traffic, and had a nice dinner out before the concert. It was almost like Before Miscarriage times.

Although, even then, baby thoughts did dance across my mind. When I booked the tickets, it was during my first 2WW back in June. I thought for sure that we would get pregnant that cycle, as everything seemed perfect and we had no problems conceiving before. I remember telling a friend that the concert would be right at the end of my first trimester. Talk about overconfident.

In fertility news: 4DPO, started my cocktail of post-ovulatory meds last night. No real symptoms today, but you better believe I am starting to look at every twinge, cramp, and poke.