2 is a magical number...

the day we had been waiting for finally arrived. we nervously drove to The Magic Fun House and waited to hear from The Wizard. but, of course, they make you sit there and wait (with no clothes on) for what feels like hours (okay, so it was maybe 10 minutes). The Wizard came in with a clipboard full of information. all i could see were tiny little pictures stapled to each page. two of the pages were separated from the rest and that's when the butterflies kicked in. she talked (in that Charlie Brown teacher kind of voice) about how many "good" ones we had and how great they all looked, but it wasn't until she said the number 2 that my eyes lit up. 2?! yes, out of all the little eggs we started with, 2 were girls!

at this point i think i started crying, but i really don't remember much of what happened after we were told we had 2. then it was time. we were all set up and ready to go for transfer. please remember at this point i had to pee so freaking bad. they make you come in with a full bladder (i guess so they can see better with the ultrasound) which is extremely painful when someone is poking and pushing around on your hoo-haw. once again, we waited patiently for The Wizards to get everything ready. and then, in a matter of seconds...it was done.

then i laid perfectly still for 30 minutes (still not able to go pee!) trying to get those little things to "stick". they finally let me up to pee, but by this time i was afraid to do anything that might let them fall out!

so, i've been home for 42 hours now and 41 of those hours have been spent laid up in the bed. i'm a greasy bored mess, but i'm not moving unless i have to...