I was supposed to write this last week--you know, after insem, but I got a little worried about what I would say. This waiting game is a killer-every time S. says she "feels funny," or gets emotional, or anything like that, I jump inside, hoping it's a little fertilized embryo trying to tell us something. She has me talking to her belly, hoping to encourage a fertilized embryo, if there's one in there, to attach itself to her uterine lining. So I say things like, "Hey, you in there? If you attach, I promise I'll feed you really good food forever!" We'll see if bribing it into existence works.
S. also turned 30 today (yay!) and while I expected a nuclear meltdown, she's been totally mellow about it. So mellow, in fact, that she's passed out on the couch taking a nap before catching the season finale of "Top Model." Pretty anti-climactic 30th birthday if you ask me, but hey, it's her day, not mine. We're having a party this weekend, and guess what--there will be no drinking for S.! However, after watching our totally terrific Dr. K. do the insem last week, I could use a few pops.
Note: Jokes made during the insemination process should not, repeat, not be taken too seriously. Example: Dr K: "So I checked out the sperm under the microscope to make sure you didn't get ripped off. It looks like a good mix of males and females, actually. The males are swimming straight ahead and the females are swimming around in circles." Us: "Really? You can tell already?"
Dr. K: "It's a joke guys."
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