Wednesday, February 4, 2015

it is about time to kill my pessimism

I asked my husband to buy me some medicines tonight. He said asked why should he buy 20 syringe only? Then, I asked why should he buy in bulk? If there is no heartbeat, then our game is over. Ooops... how did he feel? I was talking with him over the phone. I don't know his reaction.

What is meant to be shall happen. Maybe those embryos were really my Christmas gift from god.

My mom lives nearby the airport. We parked our car in their house and asked favor from my brother to drive us to airport for our embryo transfer. After the embryo tranfer, my sister-in-law has hosted a party for us. My old room is now occupied by my nephew. I stayed in my mom's room for an afternoon nap. Ouch! My naughty nephew's foot had made a hard landing on my tummy. In the late afternoon, while I was talking with his mom, he hit my pelvic area... Oh no, that must be my uterus. Because he tried to grab my attention.

The hotel fire alarm and its adrenalin rush has added to my adventure.

I just now realized that my embryo is tough! Hang on my baby! I am confident that my beta hcg will increase again tomorrow. I look forward for a heartbeat on friday.

Ouch! It seems my immunologist told me that my beta hcg is good, however he needs a another beta hcg tomorrow. Hehe, I don't want to read between the lines. My face don't look like a baby killer so as my immune system. ^.^

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