I keep talking about being hopeful, but not toooo hopeful. Being realistic, but optimistic. It's so hard. During my last therapy appt, we talked about the fact that it's going to suck either way if this IVF doesn't work, so why not just at least be happy for now. I tend to agree, but my mind has a way of running away from itself, as does Dan's. He'll yell at me for getting too far ahead of myself, and then 5 minutes later he starts talking about how badly he wants a little girl, and is all goo-goo ga-ga over baby commercials on TV. It's hard.
Anyhoo...I am a bit of a superstitious person, and I do believe in being able to jinx things, and I do believe in signs. I wrote about my good friend delivering her healthy baby boy on Sunday (the same day as our transfer). Dan immediately said "it's a sign! good things are going to happen!" I tend to agree with him.
Well...later than same night (Sunday, night of transfer) I get a FB e-mail from an old high school friend. I'm pretty sure we hadn't corresponded since before Christmas, and although he and his wife know about our struggles, they had no knowledge about IVF #2. They are currently living in Japan. Turns out, that same day they had gone to a fertility festival in a little village. They bought us a plaque that hangs outside a fertility shrine, that is supposed to be answered by the fertility gods. I almost fell out of my chair. I turned around to tell Dan, and had tears in my eyes. He just looked at me, and finally said "that is amazing."
Mike sent me a pic of the plaque today. The most chilling thing for me is that it has the date of our ET on it. Mike and Heather, if you guys see this, you ROCK. You have no idea how much it means to us:-)