Snipits

This week I went to a get together of women at our church. We are fairly new at this church and I thought it would be a good way to get to know some more people, which it was. I had a great time as they are almost all around my age- but I couldn't help sharing this story. Near the end of the night, people had migrated to the table I was at and before long there was only 4 of us at the table. On my right, a women was was 7 months pregnant and and my left a women was was 8 months pregnant. And I am not making this up- across from me was a L&D nurse at the local hospital. The ENTIRE conversation was about babies and labor and pregnancy, and CONSTANT belly rubbing. I just had to laugh inside, the irony of it. I think this is the only time in the past three years of IF though that I had the emotional centeredness, and enough hopefulness, to be able to sit there without vomiting. I did not run away, and I actually enjoyed the evening.

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I talk with my mom frequently. We have a decent relationship but it takes work at times on my part. I tell her quite a bit about our IVF because she was infertile and had endo. And she mostly understands. She has been a pretty good cheerleader through this. She knew we'd get our fertilization report on Wednesday. Once she heard from my husband the news that we had embryos growing, I got a text message from her and all it said was "I've started knitting the baptismal blanket." Having someone else hope just as fervently as we are, maybe even more fervently, brings tears to my eyes.

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Transfer is tomorrow at 10:45am; We'll also get a report for the first time as to quality of our embryos.