pregnant until proven otherwise
This morning I got up, put on my red underwear and headed to the clinic to pick up the embabies. Not sure why I thought it needed to be red… this just seemed to be a good time to bust it out.
It was so very weird going to something like this on my own. Mr is in NYC at a conference and is in the middle of starting a company, so I’m pretty much a start-up widow. He has been working so hard and so many hours on his company that he has nothing left over to worry about ultrasounds and blood work and embryo transfers. Not that he wouldn’t be thrilled if we got a BFP, but, I hate to bother him with all the details of this s(t)inking ship.
Truthfully, he’s so busy in NY working 18 hours a day at a neck break speed (and eating dinner at places like Keens and Les Halles and Carmine’s ((JEALOUS!!))) that I’m not even sure he knows that we have embabies on board.
Seriously.
I showed up spot on time, with toast crumbs down the front of me. Apparently even with the Monkey at his Grandma’s, I am unable to clean myself up at this point.
The Dr however showed up 20 minutes later at which point I was fairly certain he was was outside the room with the embryoligist roshamboing on who was going to come in and tell me they had dissolved during defrost.
*poof*
Finally they come in. A female Dr I’d not met before. A 12 year old medical assistant and an embryologist who had to be at least 17. At least. (God I’m old.) They knocked me up amongst more giggles then you would expect from such a serious occasion. It might even had been sexy if the Dr didn’t have to clean the excess Crinone out of my vagina before doing the transfer. She suggested I do a finger sweep every day in the shower. Just a little bit of news to all of you using it that I was not given. Until it was too late. To stop from being humiliated in front of two teenagers.
Two hatching blastocyts that survived the thaw beautifully are now home inside me for something between the next week and the next 9 months. The embryoligists winked as she left and said she thought it was going to be a girl. On the way home, a neighbor had a huge beautiful doll house in the driveway with a free sign on it. It’s now in my garage. For my friends three year old. But surely it has to be a good omen!
Sooooo….. now we wait.
I want to send a HUGE thank you to all my twitter friends, those fabulous invisible friends, who were there with me in spirit this morning. Your cyber hand holding was invaluable.
