Seventh Heaven

I guess the stern voice worked because Dr. BusyBusyBusy rearranged his schedule and did the procedure anyway. We never even had to talk with him-- the 12 year old managed the whole thing. I like to think his conscious got to him! After we've thrown thousands of dollars at him over the past year, so it only seemed right in that shallow capitalist entitlement way.

Seven eggs retrieved-- one less than usual-- which one could be disappointed with, but personally I feel like because it's something different this time, perhaps that means something different in the end. It's a story even if you don't believe it.

Dr. BBB mentioned something about a three day transfer, so it could be Friday or it could be Sunday. I'm hoping a little for Sunday because on Saturday night we have a dozen or so Episcopalian lesbians coming over to dine. If I can't cook, I'll be barking orders from the couch, and as appealing as that may sound, I'd rather be in control in the kitchen myself.

To help pass the time now that we're officially in the waiting period, I thought I'd try to come up with little known secrets about Katie and Partner's IVF cycles (or otherwise if I can't come up with anything scintillating about IVF). Number one secret: Last cycle we transferred three blasts, not two, which is what I told everyone except for one person, who was not my mother.