Guess what people? J and I signed up to do this while fertility nonsense again. Clearly we have lost our minds. We went in last Friday to transfer a few of our frozen embryos. For the most part it was pretty uneventful. We ended up transferring two "very promising" embryos.
We went back and forth for a while on that decision. The first go around we both had moments when we thought, "Hey, twins could be cool..." I assure you that thought is LOOONG GONE! When Audrey was about six weeks old and we had just gotten to bring her home from the NICU I remember looking at J with bags under my bloodshot eyes and thanking god we only had one baby. We have no illusions. With that said, to date we have completed two (well now three) transfers with two embryos each and have one baby. I guess we felt like two must be our recipe for success.
BUT THEN the day of the transfer came. Two popsibabies are thawed and one doesn't make it. We still have plenty of those bad boys so we go ahead and tell them to thaw another one. we are told to report to the hospital at nine thirty and I am to take my Valium in the parking lot. Man I forgot how awesome Valium is! So we get upstairs, do a quick blood draw and before we know it the nurse comes out to get us. By now I am in the land of marshmallows, sunshine and rainbow shitting unicorns.
After getting all gowned up and tucked into bed the doctor comes in. Now this wasn't Captain. Captain was out of town. I also think she would of known better. So the Doctor explains to us that while the third embryo looks fantastic the first one seems to have petered out a bit. She says she can go ahead and transfer the two anyway and see what happens or she can thaw another one and see if we can get another rock star. She then adds that she just wanted to check because she wasn't sure if we were one of "those couples" that's nervous about the possibility of twins. BUT because I'm in the land roses and wonderfulness, I say SURE! thaw out another one.
As she leaves, I briefly come down from my high just long enough to realize that WE ARE ONE OF THOSE COUPLES WHO ARE NERVOUS ABOUT TWINS. I looked over at my husband and asked him if I just made a boo boo. Not kidding. I actually used the words BOO BOO. His response? "Well I guess we'll find out!"
I did ask him later if he thought I made the right call and he said her totally agreed and that if he hadn't he would have spoken up. I just want that noted for the record, because if I pop out two babies I'm going to need to be able to at least share the blame! But that brings me to my point, yup! there's a point, why on earth would anyone ask someone to make life changing decisions when they are hanging out in happy town being smothered by wonderfulness. Seriously?
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