Rainy Days and Mondays

It’s raining in New York today and its Monday. This automatically makes me think of the song, “Rainy Days and Mondays” by The Carpenters… for what should be obvious reasons. I admit it – I’m a fan of The Carpenters even though there’s something I find rather depressing about Karen Carpenter. She just sounds so melancholy. Even when she’s singing something upbeat, you can’t help but think, “Man, you sound bummed. Go eat a burger.”

I was sociology minor in college and I remember in one class, we learned that in states where Country Music was prevalent, the rates of suicide were higher. Aside from this being unintentionally funny, I remember wondering to myself what would have happened if Karen Carpenter ever sang country music? It would be a downright blood bath.

Now, let’s see if I can put this correctly: Today is the first day of my second week of my two week wait. Wow. That was like an SAT question, wasn’t it? My initial blood test will be Wednesday so hopefully by Thursday; I’ll know whether or not our IVF was successful. Last week, I managed to distract myself with RuPaul’s Drag Race, coloring books, movies and of course, writing about my experiences, but as I get closer to getting a verdict, it’s so hard to think positively and focus on other things. Plus, the fact that one of the most depressing songs ever, “Rainy Days and Mondays”, is stuck in my head is NOT helping whatsoever.

Bad weather and friendless clowns. Great. That’s a pick me up.

Look – This is not my first time at the rodeo buckaroos. I’ve been in this position several times before… days away from calling my doctor’s office to get test results which have, in the past, always been negative. And here I am again. This time though, I won’t allow myself to get either excited or depressed. It’s not going to help anything and the reality is that as much as it would suck MAJOR donkey balls for this not to work out again, I WILL deal with it. What other choice do I have? Yipee-k-y-jelly!

Man, this song is KILLING ME…

That’s the thing about working towards having a child, you don’t have a choice in how easy it will be for you, but you do have a choice in how you choose to handle the journey. Typically, I choose to deal with it through laughter, chocolate, the gay channel, and the occasional indulgence of a Golden Girls marathon. That’s my plan people. I’m sticking to it.

One major comfort has definitely been this blog. All of you fabulous readers laughing along with me and understanding exactly where I’m coming from makes me feel less alone. And shockingly there is one lyric in “Rainy Days and Mondays” that does makes me think of all of you:

So I’ll keep writing because any which way, unlike Karen Carpenter, I will survive.

What? Too soon?

If I could JUST have a better song lodged in my head. If I wake up tomorrow, with the theme song from M*A*S*H or Kansas’s “Dust in the Wind”, I may need to perform a home lobotomy in my Brooklyn kitchen.

Anyone know of a song that’s called “Gorgeous Weather and Tuesdays”?