Tayo’s Infertility Diary 32: The Rescue Plan

June 27th, 2008

I had no choice but to meet up with Ugo for lunch this afternoon. I didn’t bother trying to convince him of the foolhardiness of his plan over the phone yesterday. No. It wasn’t phone gist. I had just asked if it was possible to meet up the next day, and he had agreed.

So, off I set off to town this afternoon. He was already seated in the café when I got there, and my heart sank when I saw him. The poor boy has lost a lot of weight, and his eyes looked sunken. He’s obviously taking this whole wahala very badly.

He got up and hugged me warmly, and I hugged him right back, both of us united by this Solape issue.

“So…Nigeria, huh?” I said, with a smile.

He nodded. “Next week. I’ve gotten time off work, and I’ve notified my folks back home.”

“And what exactly are you trying to achieve?” I asked him, even though I already knew.

“I need to get her out of there.” he answered passionately “She should be right here…with me. We need to be preparing for the arrival of our baby together!”

I exhaled deeply. Okay, I just had to give it to this boy straight.

“Listen, Ugo. I hear you…and I agree with you that she needs to be here with you…” I started

“I feel a ‘but’ coming on.” he smiled.

I smiled and nodded “A very big ‘but’ for that matter!” I exhaled again “Listen, Ugo, you’re a fantastic guy and Solape is really lucky to have found a guy like you…but one of the reasons she is on house arrest in Naija is because her Mom doesn’t think you are suitable.”

He arched his brow. “Suitable?”

“Yes! Suitable!” I didn’t know how to explain any further, without hurting his feelings.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to, as he laughed knowingly.

“Tayo, I’m fully aware of what I’m up against! I have a lot of mutual friends with her sister, and I have heard enough of their Mom to let me know that a middle-class Ibo boy is pretty much a taboo where she’s concerned.”

“Exactly!” I was so relieved not to have been the one to break this to him “If you go there with your family…Ugo, she’ll just embarrass you.”

He shrugged. “I’m ready to take that chance. I can’t just sit here, twiddling my fingers, and waiting for Solape to magically reappear. If I don’t try, I’ll never know.”

Looking at him, I wondered why Solape hadn’t just settled down and made a stable relationship out of what she had with him. From all the interactions I have had with him, he has proved to be way more mature than his 27 years of age. And for him to still want her…after everything that she did to him…is further proof of the fact that he’s not your run-of-the-mill kinda guy. For him to be willing to put his head in the lion’s den is enough proof of the strength and intensity of his love for her.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

“My Mom has been trying to convince me to follow her to Nigeria next week…” I began.

I immediately saw his face light up, and knew he could see where I was going.

“She’s friendly with Solape’s Mom.” I continued “If I could convince her, and maybe a few of my Uncles, to accompany you and your family, you just might get a better reception.”

“Tayo, I would be indebted to you for life if you could do that for me!” he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

I reached over and squeezed his hand. “Let’s just pray everything works out!”

Soooo, I guess I’m going to Naija after all!

Anyways, on the TTC side of things, I got a low reading on my CBFM today. Apart from that, there’s nothing to report, except that I think I’m coming down with a cold or something.

Later in the day, it occurred to me that I can’t travel until after Javier and I have done the needful in my ovulation window, which will most surely overlap with my planned Naija trip. So, either Ugo will have to postpone his trip for another week or so, or I’ll have to organize the meeting in absentia. I’ll run it by him the next time we speak. Yes, I want to help with this rescue mission, but I also have my own fires I’m fighting oh!

Oh, and a random thought. If my cycle is a 29 day cycle, and I conceive this time around, my baby will be due March 27, 2009.

A little something for me to chew on…

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