Waiting

   So now we wait. I have to take Prometrium (progesterone) suppositories three times a day. They are making me very sluggish and nauseous, but it is still better than having to take the ginormous shots in the butt that I needed every night when I was pregnant with Ryan (thank God for my friend Pauline for giving those to me, every single night, while Embryo Ryan was burrowing in!)
  There were four good blastocyst embryos that were frozen for us on Thursday. I'm still very hopeful for this attempt but I'm also comforted by the fact that we have some other little guys waiting in the wings. Whereas in the past I always said that the IVF process isn't bad (and it's not, overall), this past round has been a lot harder on me both emotionally and physically. I think that I would have a very hard time starting all over again.
  Ryan continues his love affair with all things Girler. He has now started putting stuffed animals, squishies, Lego creations, etc under his shirt and proudly proclaiming 'I'm having a baby (insert species of toy here)'. He also likes to pick stuff out at the store for Girler, going so far as to throw things into the cart that she would need. At Walmart, she needed: a pack of diapers, a pack of wipes, a toddler toilet seat, and a swimsuit.
  I checked several childrens' books out at the library about pregnancy which are geared to a preschooler's level of understanding. Ryan was fascinated, especially by the idea of an umbilical cord. He doesn't quite get the concept, though; I overheard him explaining to his stuffed cat that a hamburger travels down the cord and then the baby catches it, holds it in its little hands and eats it.