I haven't posted in a while because nothing much is happening. I am just waiting for results, trying to enjoy my time off, trying to lose some of the extra IVF weight and taking it easy. In the meantime, Brett has been sick. We woke up this morning and he thought something was in his throat. He bent over to get his toothbrush and gagged! I had a look and swore that his tonsils were swollen - so much so that they were sitting on his tongue. Well, we got to the doctor's office and found out it was his uvula swollen so much that it really was literally sitting on his tongue. Isn't that nuts? The poor guy is lucky he could still swallow food. The doctor said that it is pretty typical after being sick. It is usually viral but can also be caused by strep throat, so he took a culture and told us they'd be in touch. He did give Brett one dose of an antibiotic in case it is strep throat, we can head it off at the pass by starting the antibiotic right away and then if it really is needed, he can call in a prescription tomorrow. Crazy huh?
We also had to get our passports updated since we are planning a trip to Mexico in July to go to Brett's sister's wedding. The wedding has been planned since the fall. When I was pregnant I told everyone I was unlikely to go because my estimated due date was July 9 and her wedding is on the 11th. So, though I was very happy to be asked to be a bridesmaide and I'd love a trip to sunny Mexico, I had to say that Brett would maybe try to make it by himself (though he wasn't sure either, depending on how the pregnancy was going etc). Well, now that we miscarried, we have decided to go forward with the plans. But again, I had to tell my sister in law (the one that I love, not the other one:-)) that we may still be pregnant before the wedding and, if so, there is a chance that I won't be able to make it. Well, she has been incredibly sweet and considerate and still bought me a dress to be a bridesmaide, arranged our flight and hotel there, actually, she's done everything to make it so that we can go but, while doing so, tells me that she hopes I don't make it b/c I am pregnant. Isn't that sweet? And, I have to admit, there is a part of me that just wants to go to Mexico, enjoy the family and the party, and be a part of her wedding. But then I don't think I can wait until after July to transfer if I have any normal embryos. We are set to fly out on July 9th - my EDD. And, to be honest, I desperately want to be pregnant by that date. I'm not sure how I will handle it if I am not. My heart just broke with that miscarriage and its not that I want to trade one beautiful baby for another, but I want to feel that hope again by the time the due date rolls around. So, I struggle between feeling really bad that I am trying my hardest not to make it to the wedding and just dying to get to transfer and hopefully be pregnant. I've also considered traveling even if I am pregnant, but to be honest, I know CCRM has a "no traveling while in the first trimester" rule and I don't always agree with it because I have learned that a baby willl stay in and grow when it is healthy and there is nothing in the world that you can do to keep a baby that isn't healthy inside. Especially in the first trimester. However, I also know that once I get pregnant, I will be afraid to do anything to jeopardize it. I've even asked my nurse at CCRM why they have this rule and she said they want me always close to good healthcare and doctors and nurses who know me and my case. I will definitely not get that in Mexico. So there I stand. I would be very sad to miss out on a beautiful event with people I love in a tropical destination but I still feel like I need to try to miss out on it by being pregnant. What would you guys do? Do you think I am crazy for feeling this way and trying to rush forward? I mean, the embryos don't need to go in right away...they aren't aging. I just feel like I want to do this for my own psychological well being.
So, that is it, really. I am still keeping busy caring for my mom's 3 dogs and my 2. We took the old man to the Vet and got him some better meds for arthritis care and found out he is hypothyroid (just like me!), so he started doggy synthroid yesterday. I am nervous every day about getting a phone call from Dr. G (ever since I found out the results are coming in sooner than later) but am probably being silly since my results will probably be coming in 3 weeks from now.