Last Afternoon in Cape Town
It is afternoon here in Cape Town. I am entering my last 24 hours in this delightful city and this makes me so sad. I’m so amazed at how I have bonded with this place.
After my acupuncture this morning, I drove back to Camps Bay, collected Mason and returned to Claremont for my transfer.
Dr. Le Roux ushered us into his office to discuss how things looked. He said that as of today we had 2 blasts (yay, on day 4 no less,) 2 pre-blasts and 15 morula. (one guy petered out along the way) He wanted to transfer the two blasts. I made an argument that because of my fibroidy uterus and our distance away from the center, it might be wise to put 3 back. He explained the risks of triplets are 5%. “In a normal uterus,” I countered. “In my uterus, the likelihood drops because of the fibroids.” He said that there is no right answer, and agreed to put 3 back. (3 is also my lucky number)
The transfer room was so different from the one at Cooper. No tyvek coveralls or hair covers. It was like a regular pelvic exam. We transferred the two blasts and one pre-blast. The others will be frozen at the blast stage.
While we were lying there after the procedure, Mason turned to me and said, “We’re going to have twin girls. Get ready.”
I’m like, “How do you know that?” (My husband is not one for superstitious behavior at all.)
He said, “I just know.”
Somehow that comforted me more than anything. My atheist husband had a faith in something that my Catholic self could not fully believe in. More doubts faded away and I imagined my little embies burrowing in.
We went from the clinic back to the acupuncturist for more pincushioning. Everyone is “holding thumbs” for me, as they say here in SA.
Oh and the amazing part: I saw my donor. Our transfer was delayed because of the other doctors had gotten behind all morning. When I asked Dr. Le Roux about how C was doing, he said that she would be seen later that afternoon. Well the combination of our delay and her arriving early led us to pass each other in the waiting room. I don’t know if she recognized me, and I wasn’t sure it was her, but Dr. Le Roux said it was. She seemed like such a sweetie.
So I sent Mason off to have a massage at the Twelve Apostles and I’m here just enjoying my last afternoon of sun. I’ve got so much to post about our travels in the past several days. I need to get to it. I don’t want you all thinking that I sat around and did nothing. 
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