Go time

We made it to Friday.  In 30 minutes, we'll be on our way to RMA Basking Ridge and in another three hours, I'll be wheeling my IV into the OR.  

We were both up at the absurdly early hour of 4:30 - training, I guess.  I took Oscar out at 5:00 and went back to bed for snuggle time.  We managed to loaf around until 7:30 or so.  Not too bad.  Then I had the genius idea to turn on the TV and "A Baby Story" was on.  Of course I watched it.  Great way to get those ovaries pumping hormones, I tell ya.

No fragrance, body lotions or deodorants allowed for either of us today.  Apparently eggs are quite sensitive to scent so there's a ban on all products for retrieval (and transfer, too.)  I'm curious to see how swank the waiting areas are.  In the regular monitoring lobby, there's a massive fish tank and three flat screen TVs spread around the room with seating for probably 50+.  Since we'll finally be inducted into Club Ovum, I bet there's a nice spread for the partners waiting around.  I told Rhett to pack snacks, JIC, as I take notoriously long to wake up in recovery.

Oscar is constantly at my feet this morning.  I told him we were going to harvest potential brothers and sisters and he just looks at me, tail wagging, dreaming of the dog park.  I'm most excited for this to be over so we have our count.  Of course, the next hurdle is tomorrow when we get fertilization results but with hopefully strong-looking eggs, our chances will be good for a blastocyst or two.

Tonight I've convinced Rhett to watch "Bridget Jones's Diary" with me.  Win.  (That only took nearly two years of marriage.)  Any night when I pick the movie is a good night.  Did I mention the pan of gluten free, dairy free peanut butter brownies I made last night...?  They're waiting to get in my belly.  Yes, please!

Updates to come.  Digits crossed.