Though it may sound like blockbuster scream-fest, it is actually what should be occurring in my uterus today.
I gave my embryo pictures a strict talking to. I let them know I will not tolerate any slacking in the embedding department. I can only now pray that Huey, Dewey, and Louie don't take after their father and my pleasant asking voice basically guarantees said request will not be fulfilled, since said embryos did not come up with the idea themselves but were rather directed to perform said embedding...sigh.
I think it goes without saying that I am also going insane.
At least Modern Family is on tonight, so I may have a 1/2 hour respite from my constant fretting.
If you my dear internets have any ideas out there for ways to distract from compulsive behavior during the 2WW, please advise.
Until then I will be glued to Dr. Google like a well-behaved blastocyst to a triple striped lining.