The doctors office told me they would call me at 7:30am to let me know if our embryo was alive. They called me at 7:15am.
The conversation went like this:
“Hello? “
“Tiffany, this is Sandy from Dr Omurtag’s office. How are you today?
” good good, how are you Sandy? “
“Fine, thank you, so. …… (long endless pause) I HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS FOR YOU.
“You do? ???????”
“I do. “
At this point I started crying and told Sandy that I didn’t think it would still be alive. She started telling me what a strong embryo it is and it has great cells.
Brandon walks out of the bedroom, half asleep. Scratching his head and his ears are pricked to the conversation.
I thank Sandy profusely and tell Brandon we are going to st louis.
He walks out of the room to get dressed and I start sobbing uncontrollably.
Brandon comes back to makes fun of me, hugging ensues.
We drove to st louis getting in shortly before 10am, and by 10:15 our little embryo was nestled snugly in my uterus!
Today was a good day.
I feel so blessed, as God has truly answered prayers.
We go to the dr on the 12th to find out of we are pregnant, it’s going to be a long two weeks! 😉
Xoxo
ME
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they wanted my bladder completely full for the transfer (which feels like an awful period cramp btw) and all I kept thinking when we got to the office was the line from Mrs. Doubtfire “be careful with that pony, she’s had a lot of water.”–Dr. Omurtag appreciated my humor.
a real conversation with Brandon today:
**as I struggle to get the little hospital booties over Brandon’s shoes**
me: “God babe, your shoes are HUGE!”
Brandon: “Yeah they are.”
—Que laughter–
