Dreams of My Youth

Even though I finished all my schooling 6 years ago (yikes!), I still have these occassional dreams where I wake up and there's a final and I've missed it. Or I'm about to; I can't find the room, or I never took the class and didn't even know I was registered, and now everything rides on getting an A. In all these dreams, I'm running around panicked, wondering how I got into the mess. (You'd think that alone would clue me in to the fact that it's not actually happening, and yet I still wake up with my heart pounding furiously.)

This fear of forgetting also reminded me of a friend who is a deep sleeper. Several years ago when he was taking the MCAT to get into medical school, he had like four people call him to make sure he woke up in time to make ti to the test. I am tempted to do that tomorrow, which makes no sense. I won't forget, DH won't forget, and we're not deep sleepers. But last night I seriously woke up and thought, "What if I wake up and eat breakfast or drink in the middle of the night?" My retrieval will be cancelled! I'll waste all those good eggs! I'll have to take my crazy drugs all over again (which I might anyway)! All for a bowl of cereal!

Beyond being totally irrational, this strikes me as slightly pitiful. I mean--who forgets they have surgery?! Who can forget spending $20,000 to get to this point? I'm infertile, not senile, but you wouldn't know it, would you?