Transfer story, 2ww officially begins!

Officially 1dp3dt and PUPO. We decided to transfer three embryos. It was something we sat down and discussed since of course going from 0 kids to 3 is a huge deal! The true likely hood of having triplets is very small, but still a possibility, so we needed to see how we truly felt about it.

When I called C to tell him that we had the choice to transfer two or three, he was sold on three right away. I didn't find myself hesitating either. I usually get a pretty immediate pit in my stomach when something doesn't feel right (like when C asked me if I wanted to move from VA to Albany + pit in stomach = No thank you, I love VA) and I didn't feel it. It felt good. Lets be serious though, I am slightly freaked out about the idea of three kids, especially since we have defined ourselves as the couple who can't have kids for the last 6 years. To go from that to mother of triplets, feels like a HUGE jump.

But, I am getting WAY ahead of myself.

The main reason we went with three was because if we transferred two and it didn't work, we didn't want to wish we transferred three. About 10 minutes before the transfer yesterday the doctor came in and confirmed that we wanted to transfer three. We both gave a resounding yes. The doctor said both he and the embryologist were OK with it because I was healthy and our first one didn't work, but he laid out an assortment of things that could go wrong and I started to get worried. *P.S. Not Cool to lay all that out 10 minutes before the transfer!* He left us alone to talk and I had a flash of doubt that quickly disappeared because of C's confidence and my favorite nurse who brought in pictures of her daughter's beautiful, healthy triplets (who were born through IVF!).

The pictures of our three beautiful embryos also made the decision easy. I looked at the picture and thought about only transferring two. Which two? How would I feel about cutting one of the embryos out of the picture? Not happening. Three it is!

Three embryos may lead to triplets. It may lead to twins. It may lead to one. It also may lead to my second failed IVF.

Whichever way it goes, it leads to a very exciting 2WW.

When dinner falls on the floor...

I was tired yesterday. I worked a half-day and did some housework when I got home. Hubby was working late and I was making dinner in anticipation of watching my favorite show (LOST). But, the phone rang and dinner took longer than I expected and my favorite show started without me.

My mom used to make something called hot hamburgers when we were kids. It is basically a hamburger (sometimes on a half bun) and smothered in gravy. It is awesome. Last night, I decided to make them.

I was so tired. And clumsy. And when I finally sat down on the couch next to my hubby with my food with my fork in my hand something happened, my hand twitched or my head got distracted, I don't know what it was...but the rest is a blur of the bowl flying through the air, ground beef covered in gravy flying across the room, gravy and bits of beef bouncing off the floor hitting me, the couch, the carpet and the bottom two stairs.

Hubby jumped right up and got some towels. I burst into tears. Hard tears. Tears of someone who is tired. Tired of thinking about whether our IVF worked, tired of medication, tired of waiting and tired of not knowing.

This is the hardest 2ww I have ever gone through.

I am better this morning. The only reminder of the mess last night are my puffy eyes and a lone towel left on the floor.