Dr. B’s clinic called this morning with my transfer time – 11 a.m. tomorrow morning.
I talked to the Professor yesterday to see if he would be able to come and he gave a very curt “I can’t come. I’ll think about you.” It left me in a foul mood the entire day. I understand that he has a “real” job now and that sometimes he may not be able to make my zillions of appointments. That said, I know he has flexibility to find someone to cover his classes for him. The fact that he didn’t even try to find a substitute or at the very least be loving in his response really hurts.
So tomorrow morning I’ll drive myself the 90 minutes to the clinic, let them stuff an embryo in me (assuming one survives the thaw) and then drive another 90 minutes home. The nurse at the clinic seemed horrified that the Professor would not be coming with me. Then she asked if I would be bringing a girlfriend and I felt like a total loser when I said no, it would just be me. Of my handful of girlfriends here, none are close enough to request they take a day off work to drive me to have another maybe baby shoved up my ute. I have a few friends in the area who do not work during the day but I don’t really know how to ask them.
“Hey, so you know how sometimes I’m fat and full of pimples and really really bitchy? That’s cause I’m doing IVF… You want to drive me to Ohio tomorrow and hold my hand while I get an embryo put into my ute?”
I just don’t think that will go over well.
So I’ll do it on my own. Like I did my pregnancy. Like I did the day I saw my dead baby. Like I did the bulk of my life before and now after marriage.
Anyone else do an out-of-town transfer on their own? Any tips for what I can do afterwards to take care of myself during the drive back? Any lurker in Lexington want to take a stranger to Ohio tomorrow? Sigh. I sure as hell hope this is not indicative of what parenting will be like.