And then there were...umm, 16?

I only had one inch 25 gauge needles. I need inch and a half long needles for my PIO. So, I called the RE's office this morning and asked if I should use them or if I should seek out inch a half long needles. I, of course, had an ulterior motive. I don't want to be the kind of patient that calls all the time and needs lots of hand holding. I've got friends for hand holding. But I wanted to know how my embryos are doing. I can't stop thinking about them. I love them. I've never even seen them. But my heart is so attached to them I can hardly describe it. So, I asked the Wendy how they were doing. And when I showed up at the clinic this afternoon my wonderful doctor came out to deliver the good news. Out of 21 that fertilized we have 16 that are cleaving. They are of varying quality and won't be officially rated until Tuesday or Wednesday. 16 is still really good folks. Please continue to thrive. Please, my little babies.

Just a quick rhetorical question. What is with the unsolicited assvice? Why do people feel the need to offer this to someone they do not know at all. My friend Marlene invited me to the zoo this morning. I was an absolute zombie. I guess we know which hormone we can attribute to early pregnancy exhaustion. I was seriously practically sleep walking. During lunch I told her that I was sorry that I was so tired. She knows some pretty basic information about the treatment that I am currently on but doesn't know specifics. I told her they changed some of my drugs and they zap me of any and all energy. Marlene's friend that was with us, interjected and said that she knew lots of people who had done what I am doing and while saying this, made the gun shape with her hand and pointed it to her ass as if to confirm what treatment I am doing. Ummm, could she not? Is that too much to ask? Not to mention, please not eavesdrop on my conversation. She followed this by saying, "well, the best advice I can give you is to just be patient." All right, I know I am tired but I think I would have at least recalled asking for her advice. I just stared at her. As if to say, you didn't just say that to me, did you? After five fucking years of trying to have a baby I think I'm kind of getting the hang of patience. I had not been whining about my sad situation. I had not been dwelling on what it might be like to have a healthy happy family. Not to mention, why does this stranger think that this cycle isn't going to work for us. This woman doesn't even know my first name. Much less, what our diagnosis is. What treatments we have done. What the stats at our clinic are. What type of cycle we are doing. And every other detail that pertains only to us. But don't forget that patience will solve our problems. She had dreadfully behaved children. I wonder if she would have liked my unsolicited advice as well.