"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue..."

Today's post was going to be called :

"If I'm pregnant, how come I still feel infertile?"



Alas, that post will have to wait for another day.



Instead today's post will be called:

"Do twins really need two cribs or can they share?"



Yep.  Guac came with a sibling.  Meet Taco (Tac).


We found Tac during our ultrasound yesterday.  I have to say I'm much more excited that I imagined I'd be at the prospect of twins.  Of course, it instantly compounded my anxiety that something horrible would happen and .... lets not even go there.

"Full On, Double Rainbow, All The Way!


Glad it wasn't a triple rainbow...

"Goodness gracious great balls of fire"

Yesterday was the second beta...

530-ish (yeah I forgot to write the exact number down... )

He said that was right on track with a doubling time of like 1.75 days or something.


Hooray for the little guacamole (hereafter known as "the guac")


We surprised my mom with the news last weekend.  Good story!  Here's the email she sent out afterwards:

Great news family and friends,

 

Courtney and The wife are having a baby!!!!!!  Yay!

 

And here's how they told me.....

 

Last night I was out with my sisters, cousin and aunt to see "Eat, Pray, Love" and then have dinner at the diner. 

After finishing my rather mediocre quesadillas the waitress came up to our table with this gi-normous napoleon pastry and asked if one of us was Vicki Brooks.  When I said it was me she plopped the giant pastry down in front of me and said, "Congratulations, Grandma, from your soon to be first grandchild!"

 

After I stopped screaming, crying and shaking I lunged at the waitress with the biggest hug and thank you.  The whole place started clapping.  It was all very exciting.  But the fun was not over.  I ran out to call Scott to congratulate him only to find out Scott had know since Tuesday.  I also found out I'm to refer to him as "Pappy" from now on!!

 

So then it was time to call Courtney and Wife.  I was barely making sense while I blubbered out the story of how the waitress told me.  They were laughing and let me know they had called all the diners in a 20 mile radius from the movie theater because I wasn't at the Mohegan Diner where I said I would be.  We decided on a different one closer to our cousin and aunts home.  The girls told me there were waiters walking around all these diners with napoleons in their hands asking everyone if they were Vicki Brooks.  The funniest thing was that in one of the diners (the one we were originally supposed to go to) there was a group of 6 women talking about the movie.  Imagine the shocked look on their faces when their waiter came over to announce congratulations for you first grandchild!!!???

 

Well, we had a good laugh over that and I hung up to head home and hug "Pappy" over our good news.

 

When we got home Scott met us down in the basement to help us carry stuff up (in case we had done any shopping, which, oddly enough for us, we hadn't).  I did have some trays that my sister had given me and when I got in the house I went into my "brand new Butler's pantry in my brand new craft room" (thanks Steven, for moving out) and who was sitting there but Courtney and Wife.  Another scream and before I knew it we were hugging and jumping for joy (and a little crying on my part).  What a wonderful way to find out such terrific news.  I'm so honored they went to all the trouble to make this such a joyous time for me.

 

So now we enter a new chapter in our lives....the love 'em and then send 'em home chapter!  Please say a prayer for a strong, happy pregnancy followed by a healthy little bundle (or bundles....we don't know yet, could be twins) of joy!

 

Love, Vicki

 

P.S.  Both of them are already glowing!

How awesome are we?

This baby is going to be a rock star!
 

"It's the time of the season..."

Beta was 162.


I think that's a good number for 9dp5dt.

Right?


I'm pregnant!

Holy shit!


Beta #2 on monday.


hahaha and I thought the constant anxiety would end with that second pink line.


The baby's name is guacamole.

"Oh little rulebreaker, how do I break so well?"

As I said, my beta is on Friday.

Wanna know what else is on Friday?

The 13th!

*Facepalm*


But seriously, full on double rainbow all the way!


The best part of this,  the wife is so excited that she is letting me pee on as many sticks as I want without chastisement!

"Do you believe in magic..."

Positive tests all day.


This afternoon's test came up dark, dark, dark in like 5 seconds.


Beta is on Friday.


I want to believe this is it.... I think maybe I do.....

"Welcome back, Mr. Weatherbee..."

Opinions?

Trigger?

Baby?

Elaborate government conspiracy?

"It just started quietly and grew..."

How long does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

My guess:
Approximately as long as it takes two Ovidrel 250's to leave my body.


Here's another one.

Question:
What does it mean if I tested BFN on saturday and sunday morning?  What does it mean if I tested BFP Sunday night, this morning and all afternoon?


Answer:
Time to take the tests away.


5dp5dt.

12dp trigger

10 months since I passed beyond the threshold of sanity.

"Down with the moral majority cuz' I wanna be the minority!"

I forgot to mention...

We won!


If I get pregnant, I'm naming this baby David Boies!  If it's twins, the other one is Ted Olson.  Yes, even if I have girls.

"I don't really know ya but I think I could love ya..."

Docking complete, captain.


Today we transferred two grade 5AA blastocysts.  I have no idea what grade 5AA means other then very pretty blastocysts.  The I had discussed transferring 3 blasts but the embryologist (in addition to my wife) strongly cautioned against doing that many because of my age and because of the very high quality of my blasts.  One was even starting to hatch!

So, now it's time to play our favorite game.  No, not the waiting game... the mind game!  You know, the one where I talk myself into every pregnancy symptom under the sun and then feel guilty!  Yay!

But seriously, I swear I felt in implant already.


In other news:
SC (a student of mine) informed me yesterday that my Dad looks like a bald cat and my wife looks like a dog who bites me.  The wonders never cease.

"To dream the impossible dream..."

Egads.


Tomorrow is the transfer.  I wish the lab had given us a status report today.  Oh well.  No news is good news?  God I hope there's something left...

"I hope you dance.."

Fertilization/Growth Report:

10 mature eggs.
6 fertilized.
2 8-cell grade 1 embryos.
4 6&7-cell grade 2 embryos.



The stress is absolutely killing me.  In fact, I may have died already.  I'll get back to you on that one.

PS-Are my cats the only ones who really don't seem to understand the "Emery Cat?"