I think you're finally on the way! I've had several positive pregnancy tests between Wednesday and now, and I haven't gotten tired of watching that second pink line form or listening to the voicemails the IVF nurses have left me with my blood test results (high levels!) Your nickname is "Flash" because during the embryo transfer on the 21st (Presidents' Day) the ultrasound tech, Amy, pointed to the dot on the screen of where you were and told us that that little flash was you. It stuck. Inevitably, the name got me thinking about Flash Gordon and his silver underwear, so today I stopped at Webs for grey yarn and sparkly silver thread to make you some silver diaper covers.
A lot of my time has been spent fantasizing about how to tell the family that they're going to be grandparents/ great-aunts/ aunts/ great grandparents/ etc. We're getting together next weekend because there's a mass being said for Grandpa, and I think that's going to be the perfect time to announce it. I'm just trying to figure out the best way to do it.
I have no symptoms yet. I'm not sick in the mornings, no physical changes, and I think my tiredness today is more because I had a tough session at the gym yesterday than because of you. I'm almost looking forward to getting a least a few symptoms, because that'll make me believe a little more that you're actually there. I'm still nervous that you're going to go away, but until I get bad news, I've made up my mind to be happy and excited just as if I'd never heard any of the stories about miscarriage.
You are so wanted, so anticipated. I can't wait to see you on an ultrasound in a couple of weeks, and meet you sometime between Halloween and Thanksgiving!!
Love you so much,