This afternoon (while at the mall with Mr JB, I tricked him into going to Ikea AND the mall, so I bribed him with fries at the food court) my brother-in-law said that the Jesuit community at Creighton would be happy to host us while I am in Omaha for my surgery.
I had to stop myself from doing cartwheels in front of everyone!
This is what the message said:
They’re set, JellyBelly's Jesuit BIL,
Want to have one of them email me to make more direct plans for arrival?
We’re glad to host family members of SJ’s when we can. This works out well.
Blessings to you and on their efforts to conceive!
My BIL got the response in less than half an hour from his initial message (which forgot that I had had two surgeries, but that's just a technicality at this point).
Staying with the Jesuits will save us at least $1 000, or perhaps more. I'm not sure if we will be eating all our meals with them, but I wouldn't be surprised if we did.
I am still waiting for the new paperwork from PPVI for my new surgery protocol and I have an appointment with my local Napro doctor on Wednesday to get all of the test results from July (I was tested for MTHFR and my insulin resistance was re-tested).
I have been feeling so at peace lately, which has been such a gift. We went spent the weekend at Mr. JB's cousin's cottage and we were the only childless couple and I was able to play with the kids and hold the babies without feeling sorry for myself. We also attended a family reunion for Mr. JB's dad's family and one of his cousins came up to us to ask us if we had a little girl. She was convinced that I had had a baby and that it was definitely a girl, perhaps she was predicting something? This cousin was also the first family member, aside from his dad, that he called to tell that we were engaged (he had made the promise when he was a teenager and went through with it).
I'd like to believe that after our journey to Omaha that we will be able to conceive that little girl!
p.s. I had a brain fart and I gave myself two HCG injections back to back. For some reason I was convinced that I had to give myself an injection on Friday, but I was really supposed to do it on Saturday. I went for my Peak +7 blood work today and I'm sure that my hormones are all out of whack. And you know what? I really don't care!