Thursday, March 13, 2008

The 4:00 Phone Call

My clinic has one depressingly predictable habit -- when they have good news, they always call early, before noon. When the news is bad, you don't hear until 4:00 or so.

It's 3:45, and I haven't heard from them about whether any of my eggs fertilized. Care to make any guesses as to which way the wind is blowing?

Of course, it's too early for me to be totally sure the news is bad -- after all, maybe the embryologist has a different schedule than the nurses do. But I'm pretty sure we'll be hearing bad news soon. And the mere fact that I've been waiting around here all day, too distracted to do anything except stare at the phone and wander fitfully throughout the house makes me crazy. Seriously, I know nobody likes to be the bearer of bad news, but would it kill them to suck it up and make the call? I'd rather know what's going on than spend my day being completely useless as my hope drains away with every sweep of the clock's hands.

I'm clinging on to the hope that what the clinic may consider to be bad news -- only a few eggs fertilizing -- would be just fine by me. All I really need is one good embryo.

Now ring, phone, ring!


Nicole said...

Hoping for good news for you! Hang in there!

Katrina said...

I remember that wait for the call very well. I have everything crossed that it's a good call when it comes in.