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?