The husband reads my blog. Often he’ll spell/ sense check what I have written before I post (but here is the standard disclaimer, all mistakes and knob jokes are entirely my own). Occasionally when he is out on the piss he’ll find out what has happened at a Doctor’s appointment by reading my blog, hence eliminating all need for conversation.
You wouldn’t know that he is constantly informed about my womb-happenings to hear him talk.
For me today is embryo transfer day. The husband insists on calling it “when the little, robot, frozen babies are put back”.
Well, they are certainly little.
But they should be thoroughly defrosted.
And I am pretty sure, despite their overly unnatural conception, they aren’t robots.
I don't know exactly what time I am going in today - could be 11:30 could be this afternoon. I'm waiting for the call.
In the meantime (other than blogging) I am running round the house, changing the bedding and sorting stuff out that I know I will suddenly notice and itch to do the moment I come back from embryo transfer when I am supposed to be doing nothing but full-on sofa-based chilling. (Can you believe that this was a year ago? I'm not going to quite the same lengths but I might sort out my cupboards this morning.)
So if you want to help me stick firmly arse to sofa this afternoon and tomorrow (and have an iphone or similar device) you can keep me entertained by challenging me to a game of Words With Friends, Draw Something or Scramble With Friends. My user name in all three is L1Z_ (note that middle digit is a one).
*** Update ***
Two embryos successfully thawed and 'viable' I go in at 2pm for the transfer.
Pass me the water I'm filling up!