For starters, you can talk openly about that flatulence problem. Which is a really, really big one. Think: disgusting, dry-heave-inducing, out-of-control, rip-roaring, nasty-ass, farts. The sweet aroma of new life filtered through your anus. And even if, like me, you’ve always been a do-your-stinking-in-the-privacy-of-your-own-bathroom kind of girl, you probably haven’t accounted for this. Sometimes you won’t make it! Sometimes, you’ll toot in the living room.
And, oh yeah, there’s this: the secret I’m keeping from the bulk of familiar humanity until we can’t keep it a secret no mo’! This here? This is “Iggy.”
Once upon a time, (s)he was cryopreserved like the remains of Walt Disney. Now (s)he’s got a heartbeat, lives in my uterus and makes me fart a lot.
I love this kid.
You make me laugh…..and you keep me well informed…so much so….that I can visualize it all…and what fond memories you are bringing back to me. xo
There is nothing-NOTHING!- in the world like the very first time you see that flickering little heart beat. Something chemical happens in your brain, and you are just never the same again.
This is hilarious.
I love Iggy – and there are no words to describe the feeling when you see the flickering of the heartbeat. I can’t wait to “watch” you experience everything!
I read this entire blog TODAY. Thank you. We will be going through our IVF cycle, including harvesting and ICSI in March and are so excited, scared, anxious. Congratulations you guys!!