“Good news, I think I’m going to puke.” My wife says this with a smile as she turns to face me in the car.
She is constantly searching her body for clues. She feels tired, her breasts are sensitive, but not as sensitive as yesterday, when she was a little nauseous, but today she has cramps, and a persistent headache. Everything means something, or maybe nothing, but it all ratchets up the anxiety.
“I feel like I should know something by now,” she tells me. The belief in good signs today, translates to worry about bad signs tomorrow. It’s a ride I’d like to get her off, so in as supportive a tone as I can muster I say, “Baby, you don’t know shit.”
The twelve day wait is tougher on her. She assumes responsibility for things out of her control, and if the pregnancy test is negative, she will see it as a personal failure. Nothing I say will change that.
The absolute truth is, we won’t know until the doctor tells us the results, but my Sherlock is still on the case. Hormonally fueled body obsession does have fringe benefits. She sent me a text message consisting of a photo taken with her camera phone, and a question, “Do these look bigger to you?”


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“I want to take a picture of your boobs. It’s for my website.” That’s the first time I’ve tried that line. It went better than I expected.
Michelle has her top off before my lens cap is. “How do you want me to stand?” And, I add one more thing to the list of why my girl rocks.
Those aren’t hers, by the way. I went with a stock photo.
Every woman, whether it’s through IVF or “the normal way” does this when they are waiting for results. It never worked for me. I never had morning sickness, my boobs are always huge, and I felt pretty normal for the first few weeks. Bailey was a complete surprise, so no anticipation there and with Jensen, I didn’t know for a whole 2 months. Doctor thought I was having twins until I went for an ultrasound and they just said, no you are just a month farther along than you thought.
I hope the almost puking and big breasts means great things.
Well, I for one hope all the signs mean what you hope for. Shannon’s right about every woman who is trying to conceive has all those same thoughts and hopes so just hang in there and keep thinking positive. Don’t even let the negative get in the way. I hope your weekend goes fast. Start a new puzzle.
I can’t imagine how difficult this is on both of you, but hang in there – it’s only a few more days. I must say I find it amazing to see two people go through a complete change of heart about something. Very cool.
I’m surprised yet totally unsurprised to read this… And I think it’s wonderful you’re going for it!
I didn’t have any symptoms either, so a lack is signs really can mean nothing. Good luck to you guys… Kerry and I will be thinking of you.
Love your post! Boy, getting the man’s perspective from a couple who’s in the exact same place as us is priceless. Thanks for stopping by my blog!
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