Burgers, Brew...and Snuggle

DH and I had the most luxurious day yesterday. We went to a popular hamburger restaurant nearby and pigged out on hamburgers and beer with a couple friends at like 1:30 in the afternoon. We've recently become part-time vegetarians (nixing meat 4 days a week: I couldn't go whole hog, no pun intended), and our meat consumption in general has been cut way back, so a 1/2 lb. burger was quite a challenge. I admit--mine was turkey, on the wimpy side in terms of causing food coma. I didn't even have my own beer, just sipped off his.

Nonetheless, when we got home at around 3, we were both soooo sleepy. So we did something we never, never do. We climbed into bed at 3 p.m. on a Saturday, snuggled up comfortably, and fell asleep.

Snuggling seems to be all I want to do these days (or a good portion of the day, at least). At first I thought I might be depressed, because I didn't want to get out of bed, but I don't want to lay there by myself. It's great to just lay there and fall asleep together, drift off having ridiculous conversations and maybe drooling on his chest, and wake up and start over. Maybe I'm just savoring the fact that unlike the first IVF, when we were both just confused and sad, now we're actually able to see some hope in the future. Even if it's without kids. Maybe instead it will just be more burgers, brew, and snuggle. I can't really complain about that.