I am recently released from house arrest.
My sister in law stayed with us for 2 weeks. In a row. She is great and all, but did you know that 2 weeks is 14 days? In a row? I have much to catch up on.
Rocco and I made it out to see a movie this weekend. About 10 minutes into it, the Indian food we had eaten kicked in - that baby was mooooving! It literally took all my might not to stand up and shout:
"Do not be alarmed! The baby is alive! The baby is ALIVE!! This just might work out!!"
Boy, wouldn't that freak some people out.
....... did I just sit here and contemplate deleting everything I just typed for fear of tempting Fate? Yeah, maybe. Old habits die hard.
I wish we all lived closer and could meet for a milkshake. I am a grinning fool. Scared, sure, but man, am I happy.
ps - Whoever found my blog with the search phrase "scared to poop after an embryo transfer": can you please self identify so I can be your new best friend?
Love love love that you are so happy right now.
ReplyDeleteSharing a milkshake with you telepathically... er something like that. One glass, two straws. How romantic ;) And smiling over your baby wiggles. I too sometimes wonder how people would react if I blurted out the randomness in my head. Also, I'm laughing so hard over the blog search. That one's a gem.
ReplyDeleteThat is a classic search term. That. Is. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteYay for movement!! Love it and love that you're happy.
Your happiness makes me happy! I am so glad that the world seems a lot brighter these days. :-)
ReplyDeleteI almost spit my drink all over my computer when I read your P.S. Priceless!
That is a hilarious google search phrase. Makes me think you should actually write a post like that since people are clearly interested in the topic. : )
ReplyDeleteGlad the baby active and happy. Glad you are happy too.
Your happiness is just jumping out of this post. It's so wonderful to read it! :-)
ReplyDeleteROTFL!! Hey shout it out here sista! I am SOO happy for you.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you're happy! You deserve to be. :-)
ReplyDeleteHooray for wiggling fetuses!
ReplyDeleteBut how do you know it likes Woody Allen? Sounds to me like it likes Indian food!
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ReplyDeleteAlways good for a giggle! Thanks!
i wish that was how i found your blog! awesome sadly my google searches involve purple nipples and thrush. glad u r back
ReplyDeleteHaha, I can just imagine it, even the movie would fall silent for a bit after such a shout. :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat that you feel movement!
I have happy dreams where I meet Roccie for a milkshake:) I am very, very happy to hear about baby jitterbugging. This is beyond wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnd those old habits (the fuckers) - impossible to lose entirely. They're like an unwelcome boarder. But with every movement, every day, every milestone that you pass, I hope its voice recedes more and more to background. Until it's nothing but white noise.
And 14 days is a veeeeeeeeery long time.
Hi Roccie.. Thanks for you thought. I didn't take it as nagging - just caring. So please don't worry. Hoping transfer is going to be today (Saturday) - progesterone levels not quite as high as they want yesterday.
ReplyDeleteI will be thinking of you and your 'friend' with pooping and the embryo going in...
LAUGH.
Andrea from minimenow
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I've worried that something I said may have caused my infertility.
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, knowing how the babe gets active after Indian food, are you eating it for every meal. That's probably what I'd be doing ;0)
I am dying. Dying. I did that search obsessively. Wish I were kidding. Who isn't scared to poop after an embryo transfer, that's what I want to know.
ReplyDeleteAnyway I am jumping up and down for you. Well, not really. I am 35 today so I better be careful not to do anything strenuous. But internally jumping up and down. I can feel that you are letting go of the fear, really letting go, and I am so happy for you.
Thank you for making me smile. Multiple times throughout this post.
ReplyDeleteYes please, I'll take you up on that milkshake.
xo
You should've shouted with all your might :o). You know, we transferred two embryos and to this day, I haven't quite admitted out loud to anyone that I've been convinced that the second one didn't make it bc I was severely constipated and strained like crazy in the bathroom 3-4days in a row post transfer. I kid you not. Not about the straining, but that I think th second embryo "fell out" as a result of said straining.
ReplyDeleteWoah. There's no one in the world I would want staying with me for two weeks. Or one week. Or really even more than a few days. And heck yeah, it just might work out! (I, of course, am comfortably sure it will, but don't worry--other people being confident doesn't jinx you.)
ReplyDeleteI HATE DEER! Mr. Bunny has been denying that they are what's been eating my flowers for years, until last week we looked out the window, and there was a spotted fawn, strolling past the croquet hoops. I confess that even though I hate deer, a baby deer kinda got me. It's the spots. I didn't even mind when it munched my bush (not that kind, DIRTY MIND) for a while.
ReplyDeleteI'll share a milkshake with you anytime, lovely. Just name your time and place. I wish I could have seen that glowing look on your face when the wee one started to wiggle post-Indian food. Life is good, dear Roccie. Enjoy.
ReplyDeleteLove it. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your comment on my recent blog. I'm going to read through your older posts and then may email you.
LOL!!!
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