On Tony's birthday our first IVF cycle was cancelled.
On our anniversary we were told we had no embryos to transfer for IVF try number three.
So yesterday was my birthday. The big three-two. I fully expected one of the following scary things to happen:
A. My little sister would call me and tell me she was pregnant.
B. My uterus would literally fall out of my vagina...probably at work in the middle of a meeting.
C. My husband's testicles would spontaneously combust leaving him with nothing but barbecued sperm.
None of the above happened. In fact, nothing too bad OR too good happened. It was just a day, which is how I like my birthdays. Hopefully I will survive my next 364 unbirthdays with no drama until my birthday comes around again...