Thursday, October 9, 2014

Flyin' High

Just a quick update because I can't contain my excitement!!!! I just booked my flight for the transfer!!!! I booked one that will potentially let me meet up with Baby Mama and Baby Daddy on our connecting flights! And they asked if I wanted to fly in a few days before transfer, so we can have some breathing room before the big day. I'm so pumped. This is home for IM, so I'm going to get a totally backstage tour. It has to be serendipity that we're transferring her little embryo in her home state, and I'm hoping to birth him or her in Baby Daddy's home state! It's totally meant to be.




And I just can't hide it. Wooohoooooo!!!

I start my jibby jab injections in two days. Holy crap. Holy crap.

It's so real!!!!! I'm so pumped!!!

Baby dust is in the air!!

As we speak my cousin is at the doctor's office awaiting her blood test results. She and her hubs have been trying for years to get pregnant with no luck. After battling PCOS and a host of other issues, they decided to try IUI. And I just have the best feeling.

She said she was making dinner last night and almost barfed. Win.

I'll let you know how my first injections go Saturday. After a whole lot of freaking out because I didn't know what the heck I was doing, I went back through my emails and found the step by step instructions for the teeny weeny needles I have to use for the Lupron. So now I feel like a nerdo for freaking out. It's really not that big of a deal at all.

Except that it IS a big deal because....INJECTIONS MEAN TRANSFER IS NIGH!!!

Plus to add to my squealing, Baby Mama is talking about coming for a visit next week! I'm planning an elaborate girl's day hopefully featuring a junk food screening of Baby Mama with Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. Watching a ridiculous movie about surrogacy seems like the proper thing to do.

She may decide to back out of the whole thing after watching it with me. But it's a chance I'm willing to take. I'm hoping she'll decide we need to have a Wii Karaeoke jam session instead.


And sorry for all the exclamation marks and capital letters. My journalism professors are rolling over in their barstools.