Three anxiety dreams during the two week wait

Analyze this:

1. I go in for my luteal phase bloodwork. For some reason, the nurse is going over the post-transfer instructions. "No hot baths?" Nope. "No exercise?" Nope. "You've had nothing in your vagina, right?" Nope. Well...except for the progesterone suppositories that the doctor prescribed. "Oh. Of course." I breathe a sigh of relief. "But you know not to put them up near your cervix, right?" Huh? "If you put them near your cervix, the progesterone can leak into the uterus, instantly killing the embryos. It's common knowledge. But of course you didn't do that, right?" Oh my God.

2. The nurse calls. She asks, did we do the final step post transfer to turn the embryos on? I tell her I don't know what she's talking about. She says, "Again? I tell you two every cycle and you forget, but the whole thing won't work if you don't turn the embryos on. Now is not a time to get sloppy!" I wrack my brain, trying to remember, was I ever told I needed to have the embryos turned on? No. I don't remember anything. Oh, wait, I think I vaguely recall that there was maybe something else we had to do, but it's just beyond the reaches of my memory. "Well, it's too late now," she snaps. "You'll just have to hope for the best."

3. My RE is at my house. She's a woman. She wants to know where Will is. I tell her he's out of town. She starts yelling, saying that she told him to simplify the protocol and there are still too many steps in it. I don't understand. She hands me a piece of statistical output (that looks funnily like some of my dissertation data). "See?" she says. "You're controlling for too many variables in the IVF cycle. You don't have enough statistical power. I've told him but he won't listen!" She says the cycle is ruined.

Boy, am I an anxious one or what?! Eight more days to go. I am exhausted already.

Mo