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Our little lab creation...

I was driving home the other day and it occurred to me that we'll possibly be doing IVF in about 3-5 months depending on the outcome of this surgery and the 0.0001% chance that I'll just get pregnant on my own in the next few months. (Rolling your eyes and laughing would be appropriate responses.)

And I realized that although I'm dealing with the concept of IVF somewhat better, I apparently have a bit of a sentimental feeling towards our potential embryos.

Didn't see that coming...

Reason I know that I'm "attached" to the hypothetical embryos is that I was thinking I would want to see them under microscope before they inserted them. They would be little Amber/Aaron cells. And I guess that means I would already consider them a baby. Uh-oh.

Which I had not considered when they were someone else's embryos. Then they're just cells dividing. Now, don't get all worried that I'm going to implant ALL of them just to see what happens. I'm not losing my mind.

Let's just say my hormones are out-of-whack. I'll pull myself together...

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  1. AnonymousAugust 30, 2009 at 5:06 AM

    I think from the beginning to the end of this IF journey, whether there's a baby at the end or not, it's all one huge long hormone rollercoaster ride. I wasn't this hormonal when I was going through puberty!

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  2. LyrynAugust 31, 2009 at 11:46 AM

    Came across you blog and wanted to let you know that it tugged at my heart. Praying for you, hoping things will work in your favor! ;)

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  3. JessSeptember 1, 2009 at 6:48 PM

    AWE, I think the same way! IVF is so scary and yet so precious! I don't think I would be able do discard any embies...I may be the next octomom, lol!

    babyparamore.blogspot.com

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