So today is the big reveal. There's nothing secretly alluring about a pregnancy test when everyone knows your babies have been growing in a petri dish, so I'm going to be either sharing some joy or sharing some pain. And that's not a complaint--I'm so grateful for the support. It's just one of the benefits of a process that is so artificial. None of those "We're pregnant!" announcements other couples make at Christmas dinner. More like, "Here's a picture of our blastocysts. Aren't they cute?"
Anyway, I'm starting to wish I could get another valium, like the one they gave me for transfer. It made everything muted and happy and confused, and I'd love to feel like that now. Maybe this is just because everything else is over, but this feels like the most stressful part. Ironically, today is also the day our credit card payment was withdrawn from the account.
I had to go in two days ago and have my blood drawn, but they didn't test it. They'll test it today, so that even if it's positive, they can compare it to today's test and confirm my hormone level is rising appropriately. For some reason, having that blood draw freaked me out. I just recognized that what's done is done--it's positive or it's not, and the only difference is that I don't know.
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