The Friday before Father’s Day in 2012 I left my doctor’s appointment that morning after learning I had a giant cyst on my ovary and we would have to wait another month before our next round of IVF. I stopped at Target hoping to get a Father’s Day card and left in tears because they don’t make cards that say “You are an amazing husband and the exact type of father I want our children to have.” They don’t make Father’s Day cards for infertile people. I made Brett breakfast in bed Sunday morning.
The Friday before Father’s Day in 2013 I left my doctor’s appointment that morning after learning that my body was definitely getting ready to have a baby. I stopped at Target and figured I probably needed to get two Father’s Day cards because Iddo was probably going to get here before Sunday (although I was really hoping she’d wait till Saturday evening, we had plans Friday night). I shared the breakfast the hospital brought to my bed with Brett Sunday morning.
The Friday before Father’s Day in 2014 I don’t have any doctor appointments. But Iddo and I will probably stop at Target to pick out a card anyway. I wonder who’s going to do breakfast in bed this Sunday.