The Dreaded Two Week Wait

It begins today: the dreaded two week wait. Except in my case it's not really a two week wait, per se, but a 10 day wait. If that even. Tomorrow is day 5: the embies will be 5 days old in the morning...assuming implantation happens ontime, I might see some sign of it occuring anywhere from tomorrow to Friday. But realistically it could happen even later than that. But since we had assisted hatching done to all of the embies that may or may not change the date for this since we've "dicked" with the outer shell (Dr. Z's lab has switched from burning an acid hole in the zona to using a laser...says it's more precise?) This is happening fast. I have become paranoid about standing up or walking across the house. I have this fear that the embies are going to slide right out of me. I have stifled at least three sneezes today, literally holding my nose and focusing on NOT sneezing. (Gosh do people sneeze in their sleep? I hope not!) How do women get through this time? I had a tiny bit of spotting today and I nearly freaked. Looking at the toilet paper, I actually paused for a second AS IF I would really be able to discern if there was anything there. I am losing it.

Today I hugged the couch all day long and watched mindless documentaries. My chinese acupuncture team said to be careful about watching TV as it might make me tense (especially watching dramas or suspenseful movies) but I figured how tense could I get watching wildlife documentaries and the Travel Channel? I know a good creme brulee will really get me going but I don't think it will be dangerous. If anything is dangerous, it's probably from the radiation this damned laptop is emitting in my general direction.

G and M came by tonight to visit and brough a nice Chinese dinner from ABD Chinese in Scotts Valley tonight. It was sweet. We are still frazzled by the move and with me hugging the couch it couldn't have come at a better time.

Tonight is the beginning of the slimy progesterone suppositories. Dr. Z said to keep them in the refrigerator so that they wouldn't get all mushy when I went to insert them. Something tells me, though, that an ice cold suppository in one's "baby kitty" would not only be uncomfortable, but it might be a bad thing for the embies to get a shock of cold. Think I'll let mine assume room temperature despite the good doctor's advice.

Good night little embies. Hope you're all up late dividing like crazy.