Waiting weeks
On a Friday evening we go to the opening of a new place in Middelburg. And while there I suddenly develop intense pain in my abdomen. Oh no. š Is it going wrong already?! Positivity is gone. I try to keep going, but it gets worse and worse, so I soon tell Denny we should leave.
When we get home I sprint to the toilet, because I can feel all kinds of things, bleh. š On the toilet I see all kinds of stuff coming out of me. Oh nooooo! Iām sitting there staring indecisively into the toilet. I think itās so ānot doneā to call Denny and say, āHey honey, look in the toilet and tell me what you think.ā But I do it anywayā¦ a new dimension to our relationshipā¦ ahem.
He comes upstairs fairly unwillingly. Iāve now flipped from being very positive to being very negative, and the only thing I can say is, āWell, there it is, our embryo, in the toilet. Itās that easy – yesterday in, and today out.ā Denny gets angry with me and says that I shouldnāt think things like that, and definitely shouldnāt say them. Itās partly self-defense. This upsets me so much. He comes up with all kinds of theories, like that itās the fluid they injected into me twice, or old blood from the procedure. Itās all possible, of course, but weāll have to see.
And I still have to wait 2 weeks, because Iām only allowed to test in 2 weeks from Friday. This is going to be hellish. Not nice. š