Word Press just informed me that this is my 101st post on this blog. Sometimes it’s the little things….
Today was a 5-day transfer of three little embryos. Dr. TAL had recommended an aggressive approach (given my age – now 34 – and utter failure to ever achieve a pregnancy). The doctor on duty today told me that the three embryos were ‘fair’ – grade C for two and one not developed enough for a grade. So, we did the deed and now I suppose I am PUPO. My amazing acupuncturist made a house call this afternoon so hopefully all qi is helping something stick.
My birthday weekend was. Yep, that’s right. I was chaperoning my mother-in-law while DH was at a bachelor party in New Orleans at Jazz Fest. Sigh. I did my best to pack the schedule so we checked out the cherry blossom festival at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, visited my sister-in-law and her son, saw Water For Elephants, ate and walked a lot. A few asked if this was my choice … and the answer … no, not really, but at the end of the day it did pass the time.
So the next 10 days will include lots of pineapple, attempts to keep calm and wishes/prayers/hopes.