I've been looking forward to this evening for weeks. For Mother's Day, C and I got tickets for us all to go see the Singalong Sound of Music. SC and I went to this event several years ago and I remember it been so much fun. This is a movie we all love and I thought it would be such a great thing to share this experience with the women in my family.
Well, I could yammer on here about my immature and negative mother, my impatient, knowitall sister-in-law, moody teenaged niece, whiny younger niece and my own mopey self. But what good would it do? I should have known better than to plan a big event like this for us all and think that it would live up to my expectations. Who the hell did I think we were, The Waltons? I think and hope the others at least had a pleasant time.
Literally as we stepped outside the door of Powell Hall, a huge storm blew up so we had to walk very fast to the car (I'm not supposed to do any kind of aerobic activity post embryo transfer). The drive home was terrifying. It was raining very hard and I couldn't see worth a shit. My sister in law was crying and screaming in the back seat (not exaggerating...things like "OH MY GOD! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!). Stretch was actually comforting her mother. Dollface was totally still and silent. I'm pretty sure she was right though, I almost got us killed a few times. I was so scared.
Can embryos be scared away?
I'm really grateful to be home and will be saying an extra prayer tonight for sure both for my family and my embryos.
At City Diner before the show: