Benny has turned into a bad sleeper. He wakes up at undesirable times like 3 am. This morning, he got up at 5:00. No biggie, take him potty and back to bed. All goes well, though he cries it out until about 5:45 when I cave and let him into the bedroom. That means the cat comes too since the door is open. (I booted the cat out of the bedroom right after D and I got married.) Everyone settles back, I reset the alarm and go back to sleep since I have a little time. I wake up to an awful smell...awful! I knew immediately that it was cat poop. I got up hoping it was in the litter box. It was not. It was seriously a poopsplosion! I make D hold onto Benny while I am cleaning up this poo! I mean the cat walked through it and tracked it everywhere in the house and then jumped on the bed with poopy feet! OMG, I was livid! Not only am I cleaning up a pile of poop the size of a dessert plate, now I have to change the sheets!!!!! So I got it all cleaned up and I still had to take a shower and make it to work. I made it and I was only 3 minutes late! That was pretty gross by the way. NOT the way I like to start a day. I felt agitated for most of the morning. I tried to work through it and come out in a better mood. I think it might of worked.
I still have not made the appointment with the RE. I never thought it would be this difficult to make a simple phone call. But it is! It's like I am closing the chapter on us ever being able to have a child on our own. I know it is not that way in reality but sometimes you don't think rationally when it comes to matters of the heart.