As I started writing today’s post, I paused to flick through my google reader list and came across a powerful post by The Angry Canadian Nurse. My heart just lurched.

It is so hard to write about good news when you are feeling for someone else — when I remember that humans are capable of doing such shitty things to others and that my little pocket of joy this week, while precious and wonderful, does not extend infinitely across time nor space.

So I’ll keep my news simple. I dropped my donor off at the clinic this morning for her scan.

I later checked my voice mail.  Message from the clinic: “Donor on track. Continue with the 2 mg of ___ 3x daily. Further instructions to be delivered Saturday.” I felt like I was receiving a secret spy message and  should immediately destroy all evidence of it.

Later I had a leisurely late afternoon tea as my friend told me her version of the story in non-spy form. Our typically overly prepared doctor had to leave her ‘indisposed’ so he could grab a paper and pen so that she could write down all the follicle measurements. We take this to mean that he was very surprised she is responding so well to the drugs that she had more follicles than numbers he could hold in his head. She said she wrote down at least 12 numbers, maybe 18. All of them were between 13-18 mm. At this point in the story telling, she glanced at her bloated stomach and said, “I think I might have an entire brood here for ya.”

When I retold this to my husband, he got this goofy grin on his face.  When I said, “WHAT?” he just replied, “you’re so goofy… or maybe you’re just a normal girl.”