Last night I started sifting through the folder of paperwork the hospital gave us. I hate reading consent forms and learning every imaginable complication that could befall me! I also really love signing papers that say even though I am giving you a shitload of money, you are in no way responsible for the outcome of my treatment. I mean really! However, the craziest paperwork of all was that pertaining to cryopreservation of embryos. As with everything else, they assume no responsibility for loss in the freezing and thawing process. Mkay..... And Pierce and I have to decide the future of our frozen embryos in the event of our deaths or divorce. Whoa, there will be none of that. For the sake of paperwork, we have decided that I receive custody of the embryos if this perfect marriage should fail. I mean, I am the one with the uterus.
On Friday in the middle of all of this stuff, it looked like my body might be gearing up to ovulate. I was in complete shock! I have never had o problems before, but my body forgot how to do this the cycle after IUI #1, so I assumed it would follow suit this time around. I could not get home from work quickly enough! I was convinced that it was a sign from God. This was our ultimate Hail Mary cycle, and IVF wouldn't be necessary. Well, it is now Sunday, and I don't think it ever happened unless my thermometer is whacked. Who knows. I wasn't expecting it, but it sure would have been nice!