It's how I feel. I don't feel really excited. Or scared. Or worried. Maybe that will change when I know how many eggs are retrieved, or how many fertilize. But for now? It only crosses my mind every once in a while that I'm going through IVF.... which is weird.
I am really happy with the timing.... I've got to admit. Aaron had two really important meetings for work, which he would of course have missed if he had to, but one was today, and the other is Tuesday. And! My MIL is arriving Friday night, and leaving on Sunday for a quick visit. I was really worried about having to explain that we couldn't hang out because I was going through IVF... and then have to deal with the aftermath that would come from not telling her to begin with. And I totally don't want to tell her anything this time. The fact that the ER is Friday and the ET is probably Monday is such a good thing, I don't even have to tell you.
Last night, I made the perfect meal - 3 different kinds of blue cheese, 2 different Bries, some cappocola, black chantarell mushrooms and 2 beers. My body has been given the proper send off! I can't promise that I won't eat ANY blue and/or soft cheeses for the next 9 months, but at least I totally binged on it last night.
OK - off to the gym for one last swim (my doc tells you not to swim for a week after ER). I'll report back on the number of eggs we get tomorrow!