And it is honestly starting to not be so fun.
I have no clean clothes left.
At all.
OK, so I still have plenty of underwear, because I was a genius who basically threw her entire underwear drawer in a bag. But everything else?
It’s not looking good.
I brought one pair of jeans. Only one. I don’t know what I was thinking.
OK, so I know what I was thinking. I was thinking I could live in sweatpants and sweatshirts for two weeks.
Yeah, that hasn’t exactly worked out. It turns out downtown Seattle isn’t the kind of place where people roll around in sweats.
It also turns out that it gets hot in Seattle. I had no idea. I thought Seattle was like Anchorage, where you could pretty much get away with wearing long sleeves all year round if you wanted.
Yeah. Not so much. It was in the 90’s last week.
And I only packed about 3 t-shirts and a handful of tank tops.
I am out of clean clothes.
I am sick of the frozen delicacies I stuffed in the hotel fridge.
I am missing my bed.
And my car.
And my life.
I really would have thought that living in a hotel would be more fun than it is, but it’s just weird. I have no set schedule, and the only thing on my “must do” list is Doctors appointments. I nap. I sleep in all day. I eat when I’m hungry. And I watch TV, read, write, and play on the computer without interruption.
OK, so when I look at it like that I guess it doesn’t sound so bad. But I am a girl who likes to keep busy, and 2 weeks of just taking care of me is starting to get a little old.
I don’t even want to think about how I would wither away if I was put on bed rest.
The point is; I’m excited to go home. I’m definitely a little nervous about the need for a day 3 transfer, but I’m trying to look on the bright side.
I get to go back home in 2 days.
I get to sleep in my own bed.
I get to do my laundry (and probably clean my condo from top to bottom, because let’s face it – I am going to be a neurotic wreck for the next two weeks).
I get to see my friends.
And get back on schedule.
And even go back to work.
Embryo transfer at 11am on Thursday, and then on a plane to get my butt home to Alaska.
Where I belong.
Where these babies belong.
Because, living in a hotel is really just not as cool as it sounds.
ADSPACE
