I know it will shock you all to hear this, but… none of my little buggers made it to the freezer.
I’m … well, I suppose on one level I am upset that I can’t seem to make decent embryos (though I do know that my clinic has really high standards for freezing embryos). But on the other hand, I’m incredibly relieved that I’m not being faced with a $1300 cryopreservation bill that I really don’t have the money for right now.
Well, you know? I suppose there’s always the possibility that George, Jr. will just stick around and this will all be a moot point, right?
Um. Yeah.
My buddy Barren asked when I start peeing on sticks. I hope I don’t. I’m just not sure I can deal with the neurosis, the hope, the devastation, the rationalizing, the maybes (maybe it’s too early, maybe it’s a dud stick, maybe I should try another brand, maybe, maybe, maybe).
I’m sure I’ll cave. I have, after all, a pile of the internet EPTs in the bathroom cabinet. How could a girl truly resist?
ChezPerky 