Awkward Moment #1: When I arrived at the clinic this morning, there were 1 ½ couples already waiting. The second half of couple #1 showed up just after me. This was not the awkward part (although I did wish, for a fleeting moment, that Hubby could have skipped out on teaching and come with me for this appointment). We all know there’s an unspoken rule in the fertility clinic waiting room that you don’t make eye contact, smile, or otherwise engage with fellow patients. We all know why we’re here. But today, when couple #1 got called back, wife #1 actually stopped, introduced her husband to couple #2, called wife #2 by her first name, and wished her luck–with a hug! I don’t know if it was awkward for them, but it certainly was for me. And it was made no less awkward when wife #1 whispered a “good luck” to me on her way out.
Awkward Moment #2: Both Saturday and Sunday, while Hubby and I were waiting in the lab for me to have my blood drawn, we saw one of his former professors. The first time, it was just him and his woman (I have no idea the official status of their relationship). The second time, they had their child with them, and we heard them before we saw them–the little girl seemed to be the one being stuck because we could hear her wailing from the waiting area. Even though I made eye contact with the professor on the first morning, he didn’t seem to recognize me, let alone acknowledge me. Hubby didn’t even get eye contact. So we speculated on the reasons they could have shown up in the same lab at the same time two weekend mornings in a row. Having their child in tow the second day made sense because she has multiple developmental delays and disabilities. The professor himself is near 60, so it isn’t unthinkable that he might need some routine blood tests. But for them to come to a lab so far from their home on a Saturday and Sunday morning? And then, this morning, I bumped into them again. I texted Hubby later: Mystery solved. Guess who I saw in the waiting room today?
Awkward Moment #3: Dr. C was apparently very pleased with my ultrasound this morning. He’s been in rare form the past few days, joking, commenting on my t-shirts and being generally positive that we just need to give this enough tries to be successful. This morning, before I could get my feet from the stirrups to the floor, he was offering me a high five. No joke. It was just…weird.
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I had a lot of anxiety last night about today’s appointment. Maybe because I knew Hubby wouldn’t be with me to count follicles. Not that it mattered–Dr. C did the ultrasound, and he never seems to count them all, just measure the biggest ones. So in addition to not sleeping well last night, Hubby has to give me the trigger shot tonight at midnight, which totally screws up my sleep schedule tonight. And I have to get up extra-early tomorrow to get more blood drawn before work. Whatever. Retrieval is scheduled for Wednesday at 11. We’re doing this thing. And I can sleep when I know how many embryos we’ve got.