Confessions of a POASaholic

First, whatever medical mystery that has been affecting me the last few days seems to be gone. I've been nauseous, dizzy, had a fever, achy, etc. Either my body was reacting to the stress of everything, I had the flu (great timing, eh?), or maybe some wierd drug reaction. We had my blood tested yesterday to make sure no infection was going on, and that came back fine. I fell sort of worn out today, but otherwise better. (Except that my abdomen has wierd pains when I walk - sort of like it's bruised.)

I'm starting to get nervous about tomorrow! I just hope they're all doing ok still and we'll have 2 to transfer in. They don't look at them today because they don't want to disturb them while they're all nestled in their little incubator. It seems dumb, but I've become highly attached to the little embryos. If this doesn't work it's going to be awful I think. It's just that any other month, we don't know if things have fertilized and just not implanted, or never fertilized or what. It sucked when we weren't pregnant, but I don't know that I really felt like I lost something. Now we have proof that Jason and I made something that is just ours. (I'm sure people w/ babies or PG women have that thought often, but as we've never gotten that far, I'm thinking it now.) If it doesn't work, then it means they didn't make it. I'm not really into figuring out when I think life starts, etc - and I don't think I'd call them our babies yet, but they are our little embryos, and I'm attached to them.