My husband has been talking to the eggs. This weekend he told them, "We will only take the biggest and the best, so grow." Today it was "Who wants to be a Dane?" (he is from Denmark.) Our spirits are high and the jokes are a plenty. I had an ultrasound today with my favorite tech Liz. She is so nice. I hope I get her again tomorrow. There are 11 eggs - 6 on the right - 19, 17.8, 17.5, 17.1, 14.2 and 10.1 and 5 on the left - 23.3, 22.9, 18.2, 9.4 and 9.1 and I have to go back tomorrow. I am getting antsy to get this trigger shot done already and start some procedures. I am impatient. I can only imagine the 2WW.
My sister gave me my shot yesterday. She is a nurse s she totally knew what she was doing. My husband took her kids early to the baseball game we went to. It was a beautiful night for watching baseball. Perfect temperature. I didn't sleep very well last night. I woke up at 3 feeling crampy and nauseous and was up for about an hour. I feel bad because my husband knows when I am awake, then he is awake. So we both slept like crap. I should be taking in as much sleep as I can right now, because I am hoping in 9 months, I'll be missing that sleep.
Every day this is just becoming more real that this pregnancy can really happen. And it may even be more than 1. I am not thinking I may be a mom yet. Just I may have a pregnancy. Which is foreign to me. I have never been pregnant, at least not that I know of. It just does not seem real. I am starting to get anxiety about the fertilization on whether or not our eggs and sperms will be good together. So to keep my sanity, I have to tell myself one step at a time. No need to get ahead of myself. It's not a race.
I have been totally looking at baby stuff online. We are going to Denmark (and another undecided European city) this Christmas and I told my husband I plan on buying many Danish baby things while I am there: bedding, clothing, anything that may strike my fancy. And I am secretly hoping I am buying things for two babies.