I know, I know. You came by yesterday to find a post about Old Man and Weird Man, and left wondering, “What the hell? Wasn’t her transfer today?”
It was, but I had nothing to say about it before, when I wrote about the Old Man, and afterward, I was confined to the couch for the rest of the day. I’ll be back there today and tomorrow, too.
The transfer went well. We ended up with one, perfect grade 1 embryo and a second, slightly less perfect grade 1.5 embryo, with just a little fragmentation. We transferred both, and now we wait. We’re calling them peanut butter and jelly, to encourage stickiness.
I’m a little concerned, because I have a cold and I’ve been coughing. I’m not allowed to take anything except plain Robitussin, which I don’t think works very well, and Tylenol for my sore throat. So I’m perfectly miserable. I forgot how awful a plain old cold can be when you can’t take something to get rid of the congestion. It sucks. I told Scott that, if this pregnancy happens, for the rest of it, he’s banished to the guest room if he gets the shadow of a sniffle. I’m not going through this again.
But the coughing is what oncerns me. I’m worried that so much use of my abdominal muscles in the coughing has shaken peanut butter and jelly loose. I hope not, and I’m trying to minimize the coughing, but this cold started its worst period yesterday morning. Great timing, huh?