Well, its here. The night before my next embryo transfer. I'll be honest. I'm terrified. Not for the transfer itself, but the outcome--the outcome when we get our blood results in ten days (hoping we're pregnant again!) and then, when we find out we are, the outcome of every single day after that. After my experience last time, I feel like my feelings are completely justified.
Logan is driving me to Pleasant Grove tomorrow, to be at the fertility center by 2:30pm. The actual transfer itself is the easy part. Although we have not been forthcoming with everyone that has asked, Logan and I have known all along that we are going to transfer two frozen embryos--just like last time. We are totally hoping for twins.
For the two days after the transfer, Logan will work from home to take care of my every need (it's not as heavenly as you think folks!). After the transfer, it's the many days of total bed rest that follow that find me completely discouraged. It is miserable.
Knowing that I'd be in bed all day tomorrow, I stayed busy all day today. I went to the doctor this morning, returned my previous purchase to Lowe's, went grocery shopping, filled up the air in the Jeep's tires, gave the Jeep a bath, cleaned my whole house (dusted, vacuumed, emptied and took out all trash), did all the laundry, prepared dinner and stored the remainder of the Christmas decorations that lingered. By tomorrow at 3pm, I won't be allowed to do any of that--and maybe not for weeks.
Logan and I fasted today. We are still fasting. I'm so glad my hubby will support me in exercising our faith.
So, wish us luck! I sure hope I get some sleep tonight. And, by my next blog post, I pray that I will have great news to share.
