Still Waiting

The past week was one of the most difficult weeks I've had in a while. On the one hand, it was a good distraction from the wait, but on the other hand, it was exhausting. It was all work drama. I have an irrational fear that someone from work (or someone in my city of more than 5 million people) will figure out who I am, so I won't give details. Suffice it to say that the week included lots of closed-door meetings, a controversial announcement about a reorganization, and a cancer diagnosis for a dear friend at work. Scary.

This weekend, I decided to mostly do just what I wanted to do, which involved not one but two long naps, three Oscar-nominated movies, and lots of Olympic-watching.

I'm sort of dreading tomorrow (Monday) but I'm sure everything will be okay eventually.

I am thinking that we might hear something about our embryos this week. I still feel afraid about the results. Having never had a frozen transfer, this "intermission" between the retrieval and transfer is a strange new experience. I don't like it. I feel like I'm just suspended between hope and the fear of reality. And I've lost my motivation to follow the regimen given by the acupuncturist in Denver: at least 64 oz. of water daily, 30 minutes of walking daily (walking, not running), absolutely no caffeine of any kind, and electro-acupuncture. I think if I get good news, that will get me back into the swing of things. And if we get bad news, I plan to get seriously caffeinated and run like the wind. It's good to have a plan B. However, deep down I don't think I'll need it. Time will tell.

Fingers crossed!