Our future babies are setting off on their first road trip today: our top six embryos are being transported (on an overnight adventure!) down from Oakland to San Diego, site of the clinic that will be responsible for our future embryo transfers. Future mom (hopefully) isn't nervous at all. Call me as soon as you get there, kids! Or the embryo equivalent: there won't be any live shipment tracking available, so I'm counting on the transportation company or our agency (hardly known for their organization or communication) to actually remember to confirm successful arrival tomorrow afternoon ("or the next day, as soon as we're able") - no stress, especially given that the day after their arrival will be the start of a three-day holiday weekend. Surely no one will accidentally forget to send confirmation and leave me stressing, alone in a puddle of anxiety, with Nico flying off to Paris on Saturday. Yep, everything's cool. I'm going to be a cool mom. 100%.
