Holy cow! In my last post I was rather snarky about the imminent start date of the stimulatory medications, and rather dreading the arrival of Saturday. However, at my ultrasound appointment yesterday the doctor realized I have an eggo ready to leggo and therefore we need to continue on the meds I am currently taking for one more week. At first I was greatly disappointed...but I quickly reminded myself that I am not in control here, and that God has a particular plan for how this is all going to go down and I need to stop trying to call the shots. (Shots, get it? :-)
Interestingly enough, if we had continued on the original cycle protocol we would have had a due date of Christmas Day. With this new protocol, we have a due date of New Year's Day, if we are successful. That's cool and all, but can't a girl wish for a little earlier to get a 2011 tax deduction?
I have been on break this week and I am proud of how productive I have been. The notable exception has been the hours spent watching the baby marathon on TLC this week. I especially like the shows that feature the families who have quints or sextuplets. Better them that me, I always say. I started to wonder, hypothetically, if I had to choose between quints or nothing, what would I choose? Nothing is more important to me than being a mom, so I guess I would choose the quints. I gotta tell you though, it doesn't look like a bunch of fun. The moms are all harried, and the husbands are resentful due to negligence. Maybe it isn't fair to judge based on three episodes of "Too Many Babies" on TLC, but reality TV has never steered me wrong before.
It's probably best that I get a week back at school before bringing on the stimulation meds. The first week after spring break is hard enough for teachers and students alike without the additional added distraction of the teacher's new horns and long forked tail.
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