Back end of a Brontosaurus

I went to hang out with some friends the other night. Saturday night. They warn us almost every week that one or more of the 5 kids or 3 adults in the house is sick. So I'm used to taking my chances.

That's the thing with chances. Eventually the improbable will happen. Damn you eventuality.

I woke up sick. Nasty sick. Let's not talk about it anymore sick.

Mo is not sick, of course. Her immune system is like the Hulk in an Iron Man suit upgraded by Batman and the Predator. If a germ survives long enough to get close it has just enough time to cry. So she went all "nurse" and did awesome nurse-wife stuff.

Then she went to the meeting with Kallenberger. I did not go, I was sick. On her way back she got me jello, 7-up, and chicken broth. Mo = Best. Wife. Ever.

The results of the meeting took about 10 minutes and was pretty much what we figured. He has no idea why it didn't work. Everything was good. His words: "It's a fluke. I do tell people to not try again if I think it is a bad idea. You guys should try again. It should have worked." There was only one thing that he could think of that might have been a factor. The embryos that we did not implant started to break down a little before 5 days. Doesn't happen much in women Mo's age, and doesn't happen consistently. May have been a factor, but it's a stretch. Either way, they learned something to watch for.

IVF is always a crap shoot. Even our odds were only 70%. That may seem like a lot, but think about odds for a second.  Some birth control is 99% effective...and kids get born anyway.

So in January we will start the process again. We get to skip some of the initial stuff and Kallenberger can't think of anything he would do different. So we will know what to expect at least and the process will be a little shorter. 7 weeks instead of the 10 we had this time.