Let’s turn back the sands of time to the baseline ultrasound appointment before my “take two” IVF. Hubby and I were doing our regular morning routine, bantering back and forth as we battled over the one sink in our bathroom. The subject of my baseline ultrasound came up and my husband said, “Well, try not to get cancelled today.”
An innocent sarcastic comment, one of a hundred sarcastic comments we make to each other each day.
Those of you who have been playing along know that my IVF cycle was indeed cancelled that day. I thought I had brow beaten my husband enough for jinxing me before that appointment. But apparently not, because HE DID IT AGAIN!!!
Yesterday we were discussing prospective weekend plans, playing the how-to-do-IVF-and-still-have-a-life-game. Our anniversary is June 4th and my husband surprised me by booking a hotel room (actually a tree house hotel room) for a weekend get-away. If IVF “take three” goes to plan, we will go away for the weekend a day or two after our transfer. However, if the IVF calendar starts slipping, we will be having an embryo transfer instead of a weekend get-away (but I’ll get over it). And that’s when he said it. He said, “It doesn’t really matter, you’ll be cancelled by then anyway.”
WTF. Jinxed again. Finished before I have even started.
So what do I do now…walk around a pole backwards three times? Clip my toenails and bury them in the garden under a full moon? Tape my husband’s mouth shut and dip his testicles into cold water?
I’m really not a superstitious person, but I was seriously annoyed.