I am off to the big city to see my IVF clinic, they need to do a mock transfer in preparation for the next frozen embryo cycle at the end of November. Since I have had the band placed around the cervix, they need to know that the cervix is still going to be friendly to the intrauterine catheter and not bite its head off when it is inserted with the future babyH generation embryos.
IVF number I-lost-track is coming, coming, coming! I am so excited that I am jumping on my bed. Waiting has never been my strong suit, and I have spent this whole year waiting to get pregnant again after losing Adrian on January 2. I will remember 2010 as The Year I Waited To Get Pregnant And Counted Every Day Until The Next IVF. Or perhaps I could call it The Year Of The Three Pregnancies. Or The Year Of The Five IVF's.
Anything other than the year in which I have learned to be more patient. Because I am not. If I believed that all this is happening to me for a reason (which I don't, but let's just pretend for a second that I am entertaining the idea of purpose in this whole messy apparent randomness), then the major reason would be something along the lines of inoculation against impatience.
Is it working? Most definitely not. MrsH is young and restless, and she wants what she wants now. The universe will have to find a different didactic method and stop hitting me over the head with the same old book.