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Sunday, July 29, 2007

Dawn and Margalit: European Style #31



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Dawn had never been to Europe, so the year before the Lake Tahoe disaster, we decided to take our vacation to a few countries in Europe. Since I had so many frequent flyer miles, we flew into Amsterdam, where I had worked for a year and had plenty of friends and connections. I flew from Boston to NYC, where I met Dawn in the airport. And we were on our way to our European vacation.

But let me backtrack a bit, because the back story is important. While we were doing all this traveling, I was working hard with my then partner to get pregnant. I was going through full blown infertility hell. I had already had one miscarriage, and right before we were to leave, I had a second miscarriage. I had a D&C, but they missed some of the 'products of conception', and I was still suffering from debilitating labor cramps for a full week, complete with vomiting, fever and total exhaustion. It was a swell time!

I had to go to the French embassy in downtown Boston to get a visa in my passport. For a short period of time, the French required everyone to get this damn visa, which took hours. I was incredibly sick, it was the day after my D&C, and it was this day or I couldn't go to Europe. So I drove into town, parked illegally, and waited for hours to be called. I was so sick that I started waving back and forth in line, but nobody noticed until I took a dive onto the marble floor. Then they offered me a seat. No expedited service, but at least a chair. It took almost a full day to get the visa.

Then I had to go back to the doctor for another hormone test, and they found that I was still pregnant, so I had to have a second D&C. Oh yeah, it was a fun fun time.

By the time we were ready to go, I was weepy, hormonal, depressed and really angry that I could not seem to stay pregnant. Dawn, on the other hand, got pregnant at the drop of a hat, and decided to tell me all about her latest pregnancy scare on the airplane. That was super nice of her, wasn't it? Especially the part about the abortion. Yeah, I though she was just a living doll about then. But I told her off and she got that she was being a self-absorbed ass, and shut the hell up about her uber-fertility.

Now, I've already told you that Dawn is slightly obsessed over her looks. For this trip, she hit the Nordstrom personal shopper, who told her that a khaki/olive green was HER color, and created an entire wardrobe around this color. Every piece of clothing she had was the same color of puke green. Even her eye makeup and accessories were in that color range. It was scary. It was during that period when people were getting their colors done, and Dawn was walking around with a bunch of swatches and would only buy things that were in those swatch choices. How bizarre is that?

So, with that background, come with us now as we tour Amsterdam, Paris, and Venice....

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