How I spent my summer vacation
As summer winds down to its unofficial close this rainy Labor Day weekend, I find myself thinking about how quickly this summer has gone by. It always does--it's my favorite time of year, after all--but this year it seems especially cruel that summer is over, because I haven't enjoyed any of the traditional pleasures of the season.
The summer started off with a bang, with a Memorial Day weekend IUI. Followed almost immediately by nearly a month of unbelievable bloating. That was June. July was the month of spotting. And nausea. And bleeding. And more bleeding. As for August, who could forget this past week's fun with contractions?
I have not been to the beach one single time this whole summer. I have not taken any trips, except for a three-day business trip in June and a visit to the in-laws', which do not count. I haven't worn a skimpy sundress to a rooftop barbecue, gone jogging in the sultry summer twilight, or attended a concert in the park. I haven't had any occasions to slather sunscreen on my pale, hairy belly. I've eaten maybe four ears of fresh corn, boiled while still warm from the sun, and made exactly one batch of garlicky pesto. Not once have I sat at a sidewalk cafe, wearing big sunglasses and sipping a glass of crisp Sauvignon Blanc, or a frosty margarita, or a fruit-filled sangria, or an icy Corona with the mouth-puckering tang of lime juice coating the mouth of the bottle...sorry, where was I?
So as far as summer fun, 2006 has pretty much been a bust. But would I do it all over again? Has my summer of bloating, bleeding, and bed rest been worth it?
Why, yes. Yes, I must say that it has.