I woke up this morning feeling very flat after scary dreams about dead babies. Sometimes the women I look after have a very sad obstetric history…
S caught my funny mood, and we were both moping around the kitchen until we decided to plant out some recently bought flower seedlings.
We planted poppies first, so I said ‘if this pip sticks, we’ll call her Poppy, or him Pop-eye’.
Heh heh
Hmmm…
As we were leaving the house, we found a parcel in the mail! It was a belated birthday present from my best friend Julie, who lives in Sydney - a great gardeny present, with seeds and a 1 year subscription to Diggers. It came with a beautiful catalogue of drool-worthy produce which kept us very nicely distracted from transfer stress. The geographical separation from Julie impedes our regular joint consumption of red wine, earl grey tea, cardamon coffee and all things chocolate, and this is a great shame.
We had a very peaceful drive into the Royal Women’s Hospital for our third (lucky?) transfer. They thawed a 5 cell embryo (all cells survived the thaw), and it had divided to 7 cells by transfer. I would have preferred 8 cells, but S thinks it’s still pretty good.
This month, we will not be doing any HPT/POAS/early home pregnancy testing as it was so heart breaking to lose the faint line last month, and heartbreak is very boring and makes little fodder for blog entries. I think we have recovered better this month after the soothing balm that is the visit of beloved interstate friends. Thank you so much Wang and Alison for making the time to see me.
I am eating pineapple. I am staying hopeful.
