I was nervous about the second blood test. Would Squeak’s number double like it was supposed to?
My transfer day did not start off well. My plan to recreate December 9, 2011 didn’t work out. But things started looking up when we got some surprising and wonderful news from the embryologist.
What to do when something happens, but it isn’t enough to be a blog on its own? Combine all the mini stories into a bunch of Peanut Shorts!
On the eve of my embryo transfer, I’m not thinking about tomorrow. I’m thinking about December 9, 2011, and trying my damnedest to have my own little Groundhog Day.
It would appear that I am very bad at self-administering pokey things and being like Valerie Plame.
I’ve made it over the first hurdle in this process — my pre-transfer ultrasound. Now my mind is swimming with statistics, and I’m terrified about making it through the next steps.