The Day After Tomorrow

It sounds so far, but yet so close. I've been counting work days, so in that perspective, tomorrow is the last one!

Late today, the schedule comes out - so I'll know my exact time. They typically schedule transfers in the late afternoon, but my DH and I both took the entire day off - so we are planning to sleep in, then take the dogs for a hike in the foothills, then go for a decadent brunch or lunch to celebrate.

I am a fairly avid reader and have several books sitting on my nightstand all ready for a Friday evening / Saturday all-day bed rest fest. I even threatened my husband that I was going to pick up a tiara because he's going to have to treat me like Kate Middleton (upon which he asked me, in typical guy fashion "Who is Kate Middleton?").

So far, I am feeling good. Still have little bouts of insomnia - but know the progesterone will sink in soon. A hematologist suggested that when I give myself injections to keep the hole of the needlepointing up (she called it "eye to the sky") and that seems to help - no bruising so far from he last two Lovenox shots.

As most of you know, right now we plan to implant 3 embryos - but I am starting to have second thoughts. To better understand the process and chances of success, I sent a couple e-mails yesterday to ask if the chances for implementation for each embryo are dependent or mutually exclusive. In other words, does one "bad' embryo affect the others. The overwhelming response was no - implantation of each embryo is independent of one another. Also, just about every e-mail contained a gentle warning about multiples - even twins.

I am sure we will come to the right decision when the time comes, but sitting here right now contemplating, it's a tough decision. My DH is willing to go with whatever I decide (since I'll be doing the "heavy lifting" as he says).

I certainly don't want to jeopardize the life or the health of our future children (or my own), but on the other had I am already 42 and my DH is 45 and I can't see us having a newborn when I am 44 or 45 and he is close to 50. It wouldn't be fair. So, having one or two children close together in age would be ideal.

We can order just about everything our heart desires on the Internet these days, why can't we simply place an order with a stork and find our bundle of joy swaddled in a blanket on our front steps one day when we arrive home? It would be so much easier...

At this point, only the universe knows what the future has in-store for us...