The appointment with the counsellor yesterday afternoon went fine. I think the husband and I sounded shockingly ‘together’, so it sort of makes me wonder if we both just naturally put on our brave masks. We joked a lot, which I think is always a sign, however I guess it’s just nervousness. On the other hand, I think we’re both quite fine with the idea of an egg donor – it’s the other and accumulated IVF stress in our life where we fall apart. We were very upfront about not being thrilled we only have half a donor. The session didn’t take long, and I think if I’d had all the paperwork with me she might have signed us off after just the one appointment (grrh – I didn’t think we’d get an appointment the day she came back from leave!). We have the second session next Friday morning to sign off all the paperwork with her. Which is also the test date for the FET cycle.
This time last week I was in the clinic’s waiting room for the transfer appointment. This time next week I’ll know if AF has arrived, if I’ve seen 2 lines after peeing on plastic, and if a blood test is required. Would you understand if I said as slow as this wait has been going, I actually haven’t been thinking of the embryos as much as I have in other cycles? I think it’s partially because it’s an FET cycle – not nearly as much physical ‘disturbance’ – and partially because my brain is moving on to the next step, i.e. the donor cycle. Although I’m thinking of them constantly, I’m also thinking of the donor cycle. I do sorta wish these embryos could have been left on ice until after the donor cycle. Silly as it may sound, I feel bad they haven’t had the attention they would have in other circumstances. And I also almost dislike being distracted from getting my brain in the right place for the donor cycle. Or perhaps I should say (half) donor cycle. Grrh.
I’ve saved the only exciting thing in this post until last: you can see Hopelessly TTC and Mommy-In-Waiting‘s TV segment online here. (It’s in two parts.) I thought it was well done – a good balance of their story and medical facts. It was great to see them too, and strange that they didn’t look that unlike I thought they looked. And if that’s their house, I’d like to cook in their kitchen. (Mine is microscopic.) But (and this is just me) someone should have adjusted Dr Mutambirwa’s tie. It’s silly – bit it distracted me. And now it will distract you too – oops. My work here is done.