Only 5 more days to go until the pregnancy test. These few days since the embryo transfer are not flying by as I was expecting them to do. On the contrary, it feels like the embryo transfer was a million years ago and I am still waiting.
I think about the embryos every day, and with every little thing that I do I also think of them. If I am going up the stairs, I wonder if they don’t mind the movement. If Tommy sits on my belly, I wonder if they don’t mind his paws and warmth. When I go to the toilet, sometimes I panic thinking that they’ll become dislodged.
And then, some other times I will forget about them, and horror fills me when I then become aware of them again and I feel terrible for having momentarily forgotten about them.
So yeah, I honestly can’t wait until Monday. I need to know the result! If it’s positive, fantastic news. If it’s negative, well, at least I know where I stand and can start planning our next move.
Monday can’t come soon enough!
