I am headed into the lab today to drop off the paperwork and samples to kick off the upcoming cycle. I had been feeling somewhat tentative this time around (few people talk about being “fifth time lucky”), waiting to start “feeling it”.
Outside my window, there is a sun shower, which is probably one of the prettiest renditions of rain around. It usually means that winds have brought airborne raindrops into a cloudless spot from a rainstorm some distance away.
A lot of folklore surrounds such sun showers (everything from hyenas giving birth to abusive devils). Some say they herald a bigger storm on the way. But at least in my culture, they are considered auspicious: a sun shower happened on my wedding day (in the brief moments my husband stepped out of his home and into the car to come get me). That felt kind of magical. My mum was delighted.
Sun showers are also good recipes for rainbows, and we’ve been waiting a while for one. We also, incidentally, saw a rainbow on New Year’s Day 2017, when we got pregnant (IVF #2, ectopic).
I’m the sort of person who (desperately?) looks for signs. So I’ll happily take this one.