Waiting for Guffman

Saturday went perfectly. Dov went in at 8:30 and gave his part of the genetic material at SRM's office in Seattle. The lab then "washed" it and weeded out the swimmers with whorler's.

I arrived at 1pm (after a phone call to the answering service because the front doors were locked - I completely overlooked the telephone box between the two doors...) and the bracelet they gave me had both my name and Dov's name on it. Then, they had me verify that the signature on the paperwork that accompanied the material they brought in matched Dov's. (I wanted to ask if they had any Viggo Mortensen lying around, but they were all business, so I refrained...) I felt completely reassured that it wasn't someone elses.

Then, the tech inserted a very thin syringe past my cervix and pushed the plunger. (I wanted to yell, "release the hounds!" but again, they're all business, so I bit my tongue.)

She advised me there was no clinical proof that lying still for 10 minutes has any effect one way or the other. However, if I was the type of person that would kick myself for not doing everything I could have done if I didn't get pregnant, she'd set the timer.

I stayed until the timer dinged.

Now, we wait two weeks and I'll take a pregnancy test. If it's positive, I'll go in for a confirmation appointment, and they'll release me to my regular doctor. If not, we'll start again with the Provera.

There's certainly plenty to do in the meantime, with Christmas just around the river bend. Hopefully, I can keep myself distracted long enough that December 19th arrives quickly.

We'll see!