Last night, I tried to stay up late. My thought was that, since I had slept the day away, it would be better to force myself to stay up later in the hopes of sleeping through the night. My theory could not have been anymore flawed. I hardly slept. The variable I wasn't counting on, was the fact that it was 88 degrees yesterday and I still had my down comforter on my bed. Yes, that was it. I couldn't sleep because I was hot. I'm sure it had NOTHING to do with the fact that I was having a recurring nightmare all.night.long.
The phone rings.
I answer it.
A male voice says,
The line goes dead.
Over and over and over through the night. It was like I was starring in my own horror movie.
Fortunately for me, that was a nightmare and the reality was very different.
My phone rang at 8:50 am.
My mom quickly occupied Toddler T.
I answered it.
A male voice says, "Hi, this is Matt. I'm one of the embryologists. I just wanted to tell you that
ALL THREE EGGS FERTILIZED.
I repeated back what I heard
My mom came over an hugged me.
I was in shock.
I called Mr. T
I heard the relief in his voice.
I felt relief in my bones.
My mom, Toddler T and I packed up for a trip to the library, a picnic in the park and then a quick splash in the creek.
The T Family made it through one more hoop. I pray that the embryos keep growing. I pray that they make it to transfer day. (Tentatively scheduled for Wednesday).
Strangely enough, I still have a sense of calm. I do not know what the future brings us, but the feeling of dread is lifting.