Last night I got about 4 minutes in modified reverse Sleep Position. It’s my favourite, but sorenson’s least loved sleep position. I get to be flat on my tummy and she has to try to fit around the sharp angles of my right shoulder and elbow. She ended up falling asleep while we were in Sleep Position (standard), but I couldn’t as it was so hot, and I was feeling anxious and sick of the two week wait. I hoped for a soothing snorey buzz to lull me off to sleep, but she was completely silent.
For months, I’ve been desperately hoping to feel breast tenderness during the two week wait, so much so that my body has accommodated by gaining weight, thus giving me very sore breasts from the moment of ovulation and for the next two weeks. Bummer.
Sorenson reckons I am the catchiest person she knows. I caught hayfever from my first partner, and astigmatism from a housemate. Without fail, I catch hunger about ten minutes after I hear a hungry moany grizzle. With such a suggestible brain and body, why have I not caught a baby!? I’ve even caught some breastmilk from random lactating women…(I’m a midwife)…
We’ve tried everything short of yanking out my egg and smooshing it with the sperm, so that is where we are now headed.
Mum has been surprisingly good. She’s come a long way in twelve months – from saying she doesn’t want to be a grandmother (she’ll be the only living grandparent), to asking fascinatingly relevant questions like – at what exact temperature are frozen embryos stored?
My mum, the musician.
