16DP5Dt = 3713!
Could be twins…could be a singleton. There’s no way to tell at this point!
I thought I’d get my ultrasound next week at 6 weeks, but no.
We’ll have to wait until Monday, July 6th when I am 7 weeks.
I don’t have to go to the RE for an entire 2 weeks?! Crazy shit this is.
But I guess if they don’t want to see me…it means I am A-OK and can just be pregnant.
Wow. I’m pregnant. I have to tell you–it doesn’t seem real yet. When will that happen?
I’m off to go visit my friend and his 4 month old twins now. You know, just in case I need some practice.
My blood is boiling right now and I am in serious disbelief. I’d heard that I needed to ‘get started’ on things quickly in this city–but seriously?!
I know of five couples who are expecting twins.
Two of these couples live far away and they are due this summer.
Over a month ago (longer?) I bought baby gifts for them and…meant to send them.
But I just didn’t. Couldn’t.
Today, I was able to write those cards, wrap those gifts and send them in the mail.
Funny how a BFP can change a simple act as this.
I’m trying to be nonchalant about everything and have decided I’m not going to go in for another beta until Monday. I didn’t even pee on a stick today.
For now, I’m going to try to just be pregnant. I want to enjoy this and be happy and while yes, I’m scared that something bad could happen…mostly I don’t think it will. I need to believe that.
I feel good about this. Really, really good.
You all left so many comments, well wishes and congratulations it humbled me. I had no idea so many of you were reading along (and those are just the ones who commented!). I know most of you through your blogs, but some of you had me scratching my head thinking “huh?! you’re reading my blog?! fancy that!” Either way–thanks.
This blog has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made and I hope you’ll keep reading even though it’s sure to change.
And her beta at 9 days past a 5 day transfer (that would be 14DPO) was…
Friday night, we bought a dinner picnic and walked to Chelsea. There is a new park, the Highline, that just opened last week and we thought it would be a great place to watch the sunset and have dinner. We were not disappointed! It’s an amazing space and I am dazzled at the architect’s vision for this old above ground railway. I can’t wait to see the rest of it.
Unfortunately, on the walk over, we were both swayed by the Toasted Marshmallow Shake at Stand (oh ice cream how I’ve missed you…) and we each decided to screw the sugar ban and get one. About an hour later, I started having some cramping and thought “Oh No! Sugar is Satan and I just killed the baby with an overdose!” or….I could be having gas. Eh. Anyway, we decided to call it short and take the bus back home as I was scared of walking across town again at that point.
My acupuncturist (and doula) assured me (and the darkening line) the next morning that some cramps were perfectly normal as my uterus is going though all sorts of changes right now. She gave me the green light to walk as much as I wanted unless I was having pelvic pain. Since I tend to walk alot, this was great news–but all the same, I’m still scaling back a bit for now and also going a bit slower than I normally do.
Saturday I was hit with the fatigue that can only be referred to as “I have to take a nap right NOW“. So I did, and it was fantastic! Nothing like a Saturday afternoon nap in the sunlight with a cat curled up on you.
We were supposed to meet some friends for dinner, but I was wiped out and Chicken started her period, so we chilled out at home.
Sunday, the line darkened yet again…and I woke up thinking “I need to eat something NOW or else it won’t be pretty“. Not nauseous, just immediately hungry.
We are part of a greater NYC bloggers group that meet once a month and this was our 1 year anniversary brunch. We had a beautiful morning walk to the West Village where we got our monthly dose of good friends and food. Plus, this wonderful woman passed on her pee sticks to me so I have more things to pee on now!
That evening, as we headed to the UWS for a wedding reception, I realized that from now on I might need to leave the house with some almonds or a Kashi bar in my bag . By the time we got there, I barely made the rounds of hello’s, before devouring the buffet table…and sadly watching the tuna tartare being passed around without shoveling it in my face. Goodbye raw fish. We will meet again, but please, not for a long time–say nine months or so?
So…here are the pee sticks for your viewing pleasure. So dark. So reassuring. So Lovely.
You write a post about how it’s all over and there’s no chance….and then…
Which around here we joke is German for “my tits hurt”. Sorry German speakers, no offense (Berit, don’t be mad!).
For the past 6 months I have had the luxury of Chicken working from home on an internal project. She hasn’t had to travel anywhere! Since I’ve been home from Thailand that means we have had 2 months of being together 24 hours a day, mostly in p.j.’s.
All good things come to an end.
The project ended right as Chicken started stimming and she was staffed on a new project focused on Latin America. Luckily, they let her work from home until the egg retrieval, but 2 days after–off she went. Back into the big work world of wearing real clothes and paying for dry cleaners.
Mainly, she’ll be working from D.C.–which is great!–but she also may cover such destinations as: Argentina, Mexico, Brazil, Peru and Miami. Heh Heh. I love it that Miami is part of Latin America.
All of these (except Argentina) are countries we’ve been to with a backpack and a bus. No big deal.
So you can imagine the surprise when she requested transportation information for this week’s country and was told, “You don’t have to arrange that. We’ll have an armored car and an armed guard waiting for you at the airport. They will take you directly to the hotel. You are to take all of your meals at the hotel and not leave for any reason. If you should be kidnapped, the company will pay your full ransom.”
Lovely. And here I was thinking, “Hey, Mexico City! Cool!”
She’s decided to wear jeans on the plane tonight so she doesn’t look like a business lady. Wish Chicken luck. She had bad food in the airport and was already peckish.
“Thanks for cutting up the pineapple baby, you did a great job!”