So waiting sucks.
I have no symptoms, which I know is normal considering it's only been five days since the transfer, but it's still making me crazy.
I am scheduled for two blood tests - one this Wed and one on Friday.
On Friday we will know.
I want to know now. But yet, there's a part of me that never wants to know. I'm so terrified that it won't be good news.
This Friday leads into an emotional weekend. March 15th, two years ago, I went into the hospital, and learned that our little girl had died. She was born on March 16th.
To have this all happening over these same days is a bit much to deal with. I'm actually trying to force myself not to think about it. I'm not sure how successful I will be.
And so I wait.